Mary's Weekend

By DAVID ABOTK

Chapter 1 : David's Story

The phone call came out of the blue. I was sitting home alone on a Monday night watching a movie when my friend Ron called. I say friend, I knew him casually and we had some friends in common, but I did not really know much about him or his girlfriend, Mary. I did know that Ron was the stronger of the two and kept Mary on a pretty short leash (no pun intended) but you get what I mean.

Lately, Ron had kept Mary confined to diapers. At least I could tell that Mary was wearing diapers when I saw the girls around the neighborhood, and I assumed that he kept Mary in diapers at home as well. Anyway, Ron called to say that Mary had become more and more obstreperous lately and had gone so far this past weekend to totally refuse to comply with a demand Ron had made. Ron had read "The Story of O" to Mary to give her an idea of what he expected in a woman. In the story, "O" learns that true submissiveness entails doing what her masters wishes, even if that wish is that she serve another master.

Ron had consulted with our mutual acquaintances who had suggested that I might be able to assist. Ron wanted Mary to stay with me for a weekend and for me to treat her so that she would be forever grateful for Ron's tender care and concern for her.

I protested that I did not know Mary very well and perhaps one of our other friends would be better suited for the job, and besides next weekend was Memorial Day weekend and I already had a party planned out at my summer place by the lake on Saturday night. Ron countered that I was perfect for the job because Mary did not know me well and would have no way to know what to expect, and besides, she could help me with the party. I was a little dubious about the first argument, but the second clinched it for me. I always hated the cleaning up necessary to get ready for a party and perhaps having an extra pair of hands around wouldn't be so bad. Besides, the friends I had invited were couples and I was unattached at the time, so having Mary around would kind of even things out. I agreed, and arranged to pick Mary up on Friday night after she got home from work.

I had some of the equipment I needed, and what I did not have, I was able to borrow from my friends. And so I was all ready for Mary when I went to pick her up at her house on Friday night.

I had prepared my van by taking out the two rows of back seats and throwing a rug back there. I had also modified the front passenger seat belts by adding a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs, one to each part of the seat belt where they came up from the seat, so anyone so confined would not be able to move their hands or undo the seat belt.

I drove up to Ron and Mary's house and parked in their driveway. I went to the door and rang the bell. Ron answered and invited me in. He told me that he had told Mary that she needed to change her ways and that she was to spend the weekend with me in learning how to behave. If she chose not to cooperate, she could leave and he would send her things anywhere she said. But if she wanted to stay with him, she would have to learn how to obey, and his first command was that she obey me. With that he called for Mary who appeared at the top of the stairs that led up to what I assumed were the second floor bedrooms. Although I know her to be in her mid 20's, Mary was dressed more appropriately for a 13 year old. Her long hair was in pigtails and she had on a white cotton blouse with lace trim across the front, drawing attention to her breasts, or lack thereof, because she could have certainly passed for an immature 13 year old in that department. She wore no bra, as none was necessary, but her petite little nipples poked at the blouse ever so slightly. She had on a plaid miniskirt, much like the ones young school girls wear and it ended about 3 inches above her knees. On her feet were white anklet socks with pink ribbons around the top, and brown and white saddle shoes.

In short she looked every bit like a young schoolgirl going out on her first date. But there was one other thing that caught my eye. Her short skirt bulged at her hips where it should have flowed straight down. It was obvious that she was well diapered underneath.

I escorted Mary to the front passenger seat in the van and explained that one of my rules was that all passengers had to wear seat belts. I reached around her and fastened the seat belt and had her wrists locked in the cuffs before she knew what was happening.

Mary was thunderstruck. She had never dreamed that Ron would really do this to her. She started to cry as Ron handed me her diaper bag and overnight bag and told her to behave herself and do everything I asked. He reminded her that she was free to say "no" to going with me, but that if she did, their relationship was over. I assured Ron that Mary would be only too anxious to please me and not to worry. I asked Mary if that were not so, and she meekly nodded her head, "yes." With that I deprived Mary of the opportunity to see where we were going by slipping a blindfold over her head.

It was about an hour ride to my summer place on the lake and I did not talk much to Mary during the ride. I did, however, fold her skirt up her legs so I and anybody else up high enough (mostly truck drivers) could see her panties and diapers. It was then that I found out that Ron had her put on her best pink plastic lined rumba panties, with rows of lace all across the bottom. Her diapers also appeared very thick under her panties.

My reason for blindfolding her, in addition to keeping her from knowing whether anyone was staring at her, was to keep her disoriented and to test her submissiveness. My summerhouse is somewhat secluded in the woods alongside the lake, but we do have neighbors, and so there is not total privacy. By blindfolding Mary, she had no idea where we were or how far away other people were, or what the chances were that she might be seen if she were allowed outside dressed only in her diapers.

When we arrived at my place I took off her blindfold and unfastened her from her seat. I had her carry her bags into the cottage and put them in the master bedroom. I then sat on the couch in the living room and had her kneel before me with her legs apart. It was time to set the ground rules and let her know what I expected and how I would respond to disobedience. The first thing I told her was that her diapers were to be clearly visible at all times when she was in the cottage. I waited and stared at her until she got the idea and started to remove her skirt, unfastening the waistband and pulling it over her head as I had not given her permission to get off her knees.

I told her I expected to be obeyed without hesitation and without argument in everything I told her to do. I further told her that she could expect to be severely punished for any disobedience. She could not expect me to be as loving and tender as Ron was. I told her that my first order was to stand up and strip naked, that I was going to give her a mild dose of what she could expect for disobedience. She stood up but began shifting about from foot to foot. I told her to hurry up or I would lose my patience. Her face grew red and she began to sob as she undid the front buttons on her blouse. She opened her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Standing there, naked from the waist up, it was clear that her titties were those of a little girl, rather than a grown woman. Her hands went to cover up her little nipples and I told her to finish undressing. She carefully slid her pink rumba panties down to the floor and her hands went to the diaper pins at her sides. She was wearing two diapers and had to unpin them one at a time. Soon both diapers joined the panties on the floor and she stood there naked before me. Her love box was as clean-shaven as the day she was born. I grabbed her left arm and pulled her down over my knees. Wrapping my left arm around her body, and grabbing a little tittie while doing so, I began to spank her with my right hand. I wanted to just give her a taste, and so I only gave her 10 swats on each of her nether cheeks and then let her up. Even so, she was sobbing at the pain and humiliation of being bent over my knees like a little girl.

To add to her humiliation, I had her kneel in front of me with her legs spread apart and thank me for taking the time to correct her. By now it was time for Mary to go to bed. Tomorrow would be a busy day for little Mary and she needed her bed rest.

I led her into the master bedroom where I had installed a changing table. Actually it had been constructed by a carpenter friend of mine. It was 2 1/2 feet wide by 6 feet long, covered with padded Naugahyde, and built sturdy. Mary is only a wisp of a girl and I easily lifted her up and placed her on the table. She immediately began to complain that she did not want me to diaper her, that she wanted to do it herself. Without responding, I fastened her wrists to the cuffs that had been placed at each corner at the top of the table. Similar cuffs were affixed to the corners at the foot of the table and her ankles were quickly secured. Spread-eagled as she was, there was little she could do to stop me from diapering her, except refusing to lift her bottom up so I could get the diapers underneath. She did all that she could to press her bottom into the table and frustrate my attempts to diaper her.

But she underestimated me. Taking her right tittie between my thumb and index finger, I squeezed and twisted. Letting out a yelp, she gave in and raised her hips in obeisance to me. I slid three overnight diapers under her and began to pin them on. When they were all pinned on, I released her feet and slid her locking plastic panties up her legs and over her diapers. These panties are unusual in that they have a thin but strong chain sewn into the waistband. Both ends of the chain come out through a hole in the center of the back of the panties where they can be locked with a small padlock. With Mary's hourglass figure there was no way she could get those panties, which were locked around her waist, down over her hips and diapers. Finally, I allowed her to put on a frilly baby doll nightie to cover her breasts and give her a feeling of modesty.

I finished her nighttime arrangements by placing her hands in a pair of leather mittens that were constructed so that there was a ring sewn into the mittens at the fingertips. These rings could be secured together to bind her hands together, or they could be attached to the lock that secured the mittens to her wrists, thereby rendering her hands just one big ball of leather. For the night, I chose to secure her fingers to her wrists, and then added one more precaution. I placed a fur-lined cuff about her right ankle and locked it to the foot of the bed by means of a three-foot chain. Mary was not going anywhere this night.

I put out the light and climbed into bed beside her. Her petite body, lying there right next to me, was just too irresistible. I reached over and began to message one of her titties (they are not big enough to be called tits.) As I massaged, I could hear her breathing getting heavier and faster. I let my hand slide gently down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. I could feel her tense up as she contemplated my next move. I slipped my hand inside the waistband and down past her naked mons pubis. My middle finger found the cleft in her body and burrowed inside. Surprisingly, it slipped in easily since there was plenty of natural lubricant present. She was getting hot. Soon my thumb joined my middle finger as my fingers ran up and down her clit and she got hotter and hotter. My middle finger slipped out and found the entrance to her ass. She tensed even more. Lubricated as it was with pussy juice, my finger slipped in easily and soon she was being finger fucked front and rear, caught between my two fingers and unable to avoid the sensations which soon brought her to climax. We were both tired and we had a long weekend ahead of us. There was no need to rush, and so I removed my fingers and finally let her go to sleep for the night.

Chapter 2 : Mary's story

I could not believe Ron was doing this to me. After all the years of dedicated service I have given him. I guess I should have paid more attention when he read me that story about that girl who was sent by her master to serve another master. But it didn't seem relevant to me at the time. It was bad enough when I got home from work that Friday and he told me that it was time for me to learn some obedience, or to leave him. How could I leave him? I love him.

Ron told me that he was sending me to visit someone for the weekend, someone who would teach me proper obedience. He told me that I could refuse if I wanted to, and in that case he would have my things shipped wherever I wanted, but that we were through. I agreed to do whatever he wanted if only he would let me stay with him. He told me that if we were to stay together, I must go with this person for the weekend, and obey him as my master, the way that girl in the story he had read to me had done. But first we had time for some fun. He told me he wanted me to play the whore, a role I was well familiar with, and he had me put rouge on my nipples and pussy lips and apply my special lipstick to my little rosebud. He pulled down his pants, he was naked underneath, and bade me come over and service him.

After I had satisfied him, (but he would not let me satisfy myself) he changed me into double diapers and my cute pink rumba panties and told me to put on my school girl outfit. That should have been a clue, but I was so trusting that it never occurred to me that something was amiss. You see, the school girl outfit, with its thin revealing white blouse and short plaid skirt with anklet socks and saddle shoes was something I wore in the privacy of our home when we did role playing and I played the role of a 13 year old school girl. Never before had I been asked to wear the costume in public. It was far too revealing.

He would not allow me to remove my makeup before getting dressed. He said that would keep me from showing off too much. I had no idea what he meant by that, but I dressed as instructed and then waited in our bedroom for him to call me. It seemed like an eternity but was probably only a matter of minutes that I sat there, still hot and bothered by my session with Ron and with my pussy dripping into my diapers and my little nipples outing and pressing against the fabric of my blouse. Shortly I heard the door bell ring and heard Ron talking to a man downstairs. I could not hear what they were saying, but soon I heard Ron call my name and I came to the top of the stairs. It was then that I saw my new "master" for the first time, well not really because I had seen him around the neighborhood occasionally, but had never spoken to him. Ron introduced him to me as David and said that he hoped we would both have a good time.

David did not say much, but escorted me out to his van and opened the passenger front door and helped me up into the seat. He said something about having to wear a seat belt and reached around me to fasten mine. It all was so quick that I had no idea what he was doing, but before I knew what was happening he had secured my wrists in cuffs he had riveted to the seat belt. There was no way I could use my hands or undo the seat belt. I was trapped. I turned to plead with Ron and saw him handing my diaper bag and overnight bag to David, before he came to talk to me.

I knew I had been a little difficult recently, but I had done nothing to deserve this treatment. Ron said that the final straw was last weekend when he had finished using the toilet (he is allowed to use it, I'm not) and bent over and told me to lick his ass clean. I'd do almost anything for that man, I love him so, but licking shit is so repulsive to me I could not bring myself to do it. And he never forgave me for my disobedience, but began planning this weekend, this long Memorial Day Weekend, when I would learn to appreciate his love and caresses more. I began to protest my innocence, but he told me to shut up or he would have David gag me. I stopped but could not help sobbing as David pulled a blindfold down over my eyes, shutting out all light. The last thing I heard Ron say to me was to behave myself, make David happy, and do everything David asked me to do or there would be dire consequences.

I heard David close the van door and start the engine, and just before we started to drive away, I felt a cool breeze on my upper thighs and realized that he had folded my skirt all the way up to my waist, exposing my panties and diapers to all who wanted to look. And blindfolded the way I was, I could not even tell how many people were staring at me as we drove along. We drove for what seemed like an eternity, but I really have no idea how long it was. Eventually we seemed to leave the highway and drove for some distance along a bumpy road. When David finally stopped the van and took my blindfold off I saw we were parked next a cottage in on the side of a lake in the middle of a forest. I assumed from the time we had been driving that we were one of the many small lakes somewhere in Maine, but I had no idea where or how close civilization might be.

David unfastened my hands and seat belt and told me to bring my diaper bag and overnight bag inside. Once there, he showed me where the master bedroom was and told me to leave my bags in there and then join him in the living room. While in the master bedroom I saw some very peculiar furniture which only served to heighten my anxiety.

Doing as I was bidden, I returned to the living room and found David sitting on the couch. He motioned for me to come and stand before him and then told me to kneel with my knees apart. He told me that there were some ground rules which I must obey or suffer the consequences, that I would be severely punished for any disobedience. The first of these was that my diapers had to be visible whenever we were in the cottage. Having said this, David just stopped and stared at me. I soon realized that he meant starting now, and I unfastened my skirt and lifted it over my head, since I was still kneeling. My face started to turn red as I realized the sight he must have had of me, kneeling, legs apart, thick bulky diapers covered by pink rumba panties around my waist, my blouse not really concealing anything, not that I had much to conceal up there. After a short while he spoke again and told me to stand up and strip naked. He said that he wanted to give me a mild taste of the punishment I could expect if I dared disobey. I got redder and redder as I undid the buttons on my blouse and opened it for his inspection.

I knew that I was blushing right down to my little titties. Slowly I pushed my pink rumba panties down to the floor and undid the pins on my diapers. It had been hours since Ron had changed me and my diapers were sopping wet. When the last pin was removed they hit the floor with a splat.

There I was, standing before this total stranger with my legs spread wide apart, totally naked. I wondered if he saw the rouge still on my nipples and pussy lips, although he gave no indication that he did.

David grabbed my wrist and in one motion pulled me down across his lap and wrapped his left arm across my upper body. His hand cupped my right tittie and he began to massage it as he raised and lowered his right hand, spanking me on my bare behind.

It seemed that he spanked me a hundred times but I know it was less. About half way through I broke down and started crying, not so much from the spanking which did sting, but from the humiliation of being spanked like a little girl. He finally let me off his lap and had me kneel in front of him, knees spread apart (which I began to realize was to be a standard position for me), and made me thank him for taking the time to spank me.

It was getting late and I was thankful when he told me it was time for bed and led me into the master bedroom. He brought me over to a naugahyde covered table and lifted me in his arms and placed me down on the table. Having done this, he then secured my wrists in cuffs affixed by a short chain to each corner at the head of the table and did the same to my ankles at the bottom of the table. As I lay there spread-eagled and open to anything he might want to do, he opened my diaper bag, took out three extra thick night diapers, and brought them over to the changing table. I begged him not to diaper me, or at least to let me do it myself, but he refused. I don't know what got into me, but I got stubborn and refused to raise my hips to allow David to slide the diaper under me. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do and calmly took one of my titties between his fingers and squeezed and twisted. The pain brought tears to my eyes and I would have done anything to get him to stop. What I did do, was to raise my hips, thereby offering my pussy to anything he might wish to do to it, and let him slip the diapers under me. He quickly pinned them on me and slipped a pair of locking panties up my legs and over my diapers. As soon as he locked the padlock which secured the panties around my waist, he released my hands and handed me a baby doll nightie to put on. I never felt so dressed up in all my life.

After he had chained my ankle to the bed, he left the room and returned with a big glass of beer for me to drink. He said it would make me sleepy, but I knew he wanted me compliant. Anyway I was grateful because I was thirsty, and so I guzzled it right down.

David was determined that we sleep in the same bed and there was nothing I could do to dissuade him. I had trouble getting to sleep since I kept thinking of all that had happened to me and worrying what else was in store for me this weekend. It didn't help that he slipped his hand down inside my diapers and began to finger fuck me in my pussy and ass hole.

Whether I pushed forwards or backward, I impaled myself on one of his fingers. It did not take too long before I came in great globs and he let me go to sleep.

Chapter 3 : David's Story (continued)

When Mary woke up on Saturday morning she was still dry. Obviously we were in a test of wills and I was determined to win.

I released her from her bondage to the bed and removed her mittens so that she could regain the use of her hands, but I left her locking panties on her. The next thing I did was to give her one of those big sippers that you can get at mini-marts. It was filled with 32 oz. of orange juice and I told her I expected her to finish it immediately, and then it would be refilled and emptied every 2 hours while she was here (except for sleeping, of course). The sipper was hers to carry around with her, just so that she drank it all every 2 hours. Although I expected her to consume 32 oz. of liquid every two hours, how often she would be changed would depend on how cooperative she was. I also told her that if she failed to drink her allotted fluids, I would find another way to introduce them into her. With that threat in mind, she finished the juice.

Ron had told me to expect Mary to mess her diapers shortly after she woke up, and when she had not done so by the time she had finished her breakfast, I decided firm action was called for. I summoned her into the bedroom and had her bend over the changing table. I had her turn her head so she could not see what I was doing, and quickly unwrapped two Ducolax suppositories (known affectionately as rectal evacuators). I pulled aside the leg opening of her plastic panties, which were still locked on her, and her diapers, and quickly inserted one of the suppositories, immediately followed by the other. As I let her diapers and panties fall back into place I knew it would be only minutes before the cramping and need to expel would begin. But I was not through with her yet.

I took Mary into the living room and stripped her baby doll nightie off her. Situated as the cottage was, right at the edge of the lake, the builder could not ignore the superb view and had installed sliding glass doors from the living room out onto the deck overlooking the lake. I brought Mary over to the glass doors, wearing just her plastic panties and diapers and positioned her where she could look out over the lake, and anyone boating or swimming on the lake could see her. I brought her hands behind her and secured them with cuffs.

Bringing her hands behind her back emphasized what little titties she had and she began to blush. So that she would have no idea when she was being watched, I placed a blindfold on her. Just to remind her that she was being punished, I teased her little nipples until they stood at attention, and then quickly clamped a nipple clamp on each one. Each nipple clamp was connected by a three inch chain to a small weight, and so any movement on her part would swing the weight and place additional tension on her nipples.

She really looked cute, standing there in her panties and diapers, wiggling her butt as the cramps started to work on her and she tried to avoid soiling her diapers. I let her stand there for about a half hour of what was for her complete misery. She had not been able to keep from pissing, what with the beer from the night before and the orange juice from this morning in her system, and her diaper was very wet and starting to droop, but she still had not messed in her diaper. I decided drastic tactics were needed.

I brought Mary, still blindfolded and handcuffed, back into the master bedroom to introduce her to another piece of furniture my friend had built for me. Using old plans from Colonial Williamsburg, he had constructed a pillory for me. Many people call them stocks, but the stocks are the ones where you sit down and your feet are secured, a pillory is where your head and arms are secured. This particular pillory is about three feet high and after I had tied her feet spread out to the base, she really had to bend over and stick her butt out to get her neck and wrists into the holes in the pillory. I brought the top down over her neck and wrists and she was secured. She began sobbing softly as the weights from her breasts swung freely while she tried to adjust to her new position and get as comfortable as possible. I told her that I would not put up with her obstinacy and contumacious conduct and that in a battle of wills she could be sure I would win. I reached my hand down the front of her diaper and played with her a little, just enough to get her hot, and boy did she whimper as she moved in response to my teasing and the little weights hanging from her titties swung back and forth.

Tiring of this game, I stood behind her and again moved her panties and diaper aside so that her crack was available. I dropped my pants and began to caress her buns and crack with my prick. Bent over as she was, she was an inviting target that I could not resist. Rubbing my prick down her crack and along her pussy, I picked up the necessary lubricant (she was really hot and responding in spite of the added pain of the nipple clamps) and slid my prick into her rosebud. She had a very tight rear hole and she grunted and complained at this invasion, but I paid her no mind. You see, in preparation for this moment, I too had been drinking a lot of water this morning, and with my prick in place, I gave Mary quite a piss enema, moving my prick in and out, fucking her rear end as I emptied my bladder.

I withdrew when I was finished and again replaced her diapers and panties and waited. It did not take long before I was victorious and little Mary was emptying her bowels into her diaper. I left her in the pillory for a few minutes while I went to get a beer and celebrate my triumph. When I returned she was appropriately contrite and promised never to disobey or test me again. She begged me to let her out of the pillory. Before letting her out, I told her that while I had embarrassed her last night by making her strip naked before me, never again would she be allowed to take off her own diapers. Having said this, I took her nipple clips off and released her from the pillory, and she followed me meekly into the bathroom to be cleaned off.

I left her in the bathroom while I went back into the master bedroom to get the key to her panties. I had her stand in the bath tub while I removed her panties and her soggy diapers. I then had her sit down and gave her a bath, washing her all over and paying close attention to her diaper area. When I was finished playing with her I rinsed her off and drained the water out of the tub. I then had her stand up in the tub with her legs spread and as I watched, made her play with herself until she climaxed.

After I dried her off, we went back into the bedroom and I placed her on the changing table. After I had secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table and had placed special diapers under her, I told her that she would be deprived of all control over her urine. The quizzical look on her face told me that she had no idea what I was talking about, but that look quickly changed to one of horror as I held a catheter in front of her. She knew exactly what it was and where it was going. Using a Betadine swab, I carefully cleaned around her little pee hole and also disinfected the catheter. Wearing surgical gloves, I inserted the catheter carefully into Mary's pee hole and threaded it in until it pushed past her sphincter muscle. I knew when it was in place because a little spurt of pee came out and I allowed it to drain into her diaper. I then used a syringe to inflate the catheter's balloon inside her bladder, ensuring that the catheter would not come out.

I finished diapering her with, as I said, special diapers. They were made of four layers of Birdseye cloth separated by 4 layers of terry cloth which were nine inches wide and ran the length of the diapers. I decided to leave her in just her diapers for the time being, so I could see the yellow stain grow as she continued to drink her fluids and they went straight into her diapers.

When I lifted her off the changing table the diapers between her legs were so thick she could not bring her thighs together. She was forced to waddle around with her legs spread wide and with her cute little diapered butt wiggling like she was a duck.

I refused to answer her insistent questions as to how long I intended to leave the catheter in, other than to tell her that the more she bothered me about it, the longer it would stay in. That cured her and she let me alone. It was about 10:00 AM when I handed her the sipper, newly filled with water, and told her I expected it to be empty by lunchtime. I then assigned her the task of finishing up the house cleaning. To add insult to injury, I had her do several tasks which forced her onto her hands and knees with her diapered butt sticking up in the air. I had her take a scrub brush and, on her hands and knees, scrub my kitchen floor. When she had finished that, I had her do the same to my patio deck. She was most embarrassed by this, knowing that anybody passing by on the lake could see her diapered rear almost waving in the wind on my deck.

There was another reason I wanted Mary on her hands and knees. Knowing that she could not control her peeing, gravity brought her pee to the front of her diapers when she was on her hands and knees and helped distribute the wetness and the area of the yellow stain.

Sooner than I expected it was lunch time and I had Mary fix a sandwich and open a beer for each of us, knowing full well where Mary's beer was headed. I wanted Mary compliant for the afternoon's activities and so we each had another couple of beers as the yellow stain in Mary's diaper continued to grow larger.

Chapter 4 : Mary's Story continued

David said we were in a contest of wills and that he would win. Deep down I knew he was right, and yet, somehow the thought of giving this stranger an opportunity to change my diaper was repugnant to me. Sure, on a rational level he had already changed my diaper and seen all that he could see of my private parts, but somehow that was different. Ron was the only one who could change me.

I did my best to keep from giving David a reason to change my diapers, but I knew in my heart that he was going to win. But I had no idea the lengths he would go to in order to win.

I had awakened during the night and by sheer force of my will kept from wetting my diapers. The beer that David gave me last night was putting pressure on my bladder, but I was able to hold it in. When I woke up, David released me from the bed and took the mittens off my hands and the little freedom I had felt very good. And yet he left those darn locking panties on me and I knew that even if I could slip away, there was no way I could get those panties and diapers off and use the toilet. Eventually, my diapers would be used for their intended purposes.

My thoughts were interrupted when he handed me a 32 oz. plastic bottle with a plastic straw sticking out of the top. He told me that, since it was morning, it contained orange juice, and that I would be expected to empty a similar "sipper" as he called it, every two hours, and that if I didn't he would find another way to get the fluids into me. It did not take much imagination to realize what he meant. I have always been regular in my bowel movements and Ron has never had to give me an enema, but it was clear that this is what David had in mind if I did not consume my allotment of fluids. I dreaded the thought of being violated in this way and so drank the OJ as required.

As I said, I am usually regular in my bowel habits but I just could not bear the thought of having this guy change my messy diapers. Breakfast went by uneventfully and when I had finished eating and cleaning the dishes, David called me into the bedroom. I thought he was just going to check my diaper and possibly play with me when he told me to bend over the changing table. My thoughts were confirmed when he pulled aside the leg opening of my plastic panties and diapers and I felt him touching my rosebud. All of a sudden, something was being put up my rear end and then the first object was quickly followed by a second. As quickly as he had begun, David replaced my diapers and plastic panties to their original position and told me to stand up. I would have thought he would have spent more time playing with me and maybe brought me to climax and I was a little disappointed.

David brought me back into the living room and took my baby doll nightie off over my shoulders. With my top gone, I was wearing just my plastic panties and diapers. We were standing in front of a pair of glass doors which looked out onto a deck and had an excellent view of the lake. I never gave it a thought that the view could go both ways until he brought my hands behind my back and cuffed them there. I felt a blush begin to spread over my cheeks and I realized what this did to my little titties. David called my attention to the fact that anyone going by on the lake could see me in all my diapered glory. So that I would have no idea whether or when I was being watched, David placed a blindfold over my eyes. He told me he wanted me to remember that I was being punished for not wetting and messing my diapers. While he was saying this I felt him massaging my little titties and I could feel them stand erect at his touch. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain on my right tittie. Something heavy had been attached to my nipple, and it hurt. Shortly, a similar object was affixed to my left nipple. Apparently there was a weight attached to my nipples because every time I moved I could feel the object swinging back and forth, adding to the pain in my nipples.

No sooner had the weights been attached to my nipples than I began to feel a cramping in my bowels. Obviously whatever David had inserted in my rear end was beginning to work and make me want to mess my diapers. I don't know how long he left me standing there, but I do know I must have been a sight wiggling my cute little behind as I tried to alleviate the cramps in my bowels without messing my diapers. I was concentrating so much on keeping my rear sphincter muscle closed that I forgot for just a second that I had to pee and all of a sudden the urine was flowing out of me. Once it started, there was no stopping it, and I was so embarrassed, but I had kept from making a mess in my diapers.

I could feel David's frustration with my obstinacy. He grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. My hands were still cuffed behind my back and the blindfold kept me from seeing where we were going. I was afraid he was taking me outside, but I did not feel the deck under my feet. Instead he brought me into what I assumed was the master bedroom. I could feel him spreading my legs and cuffing them apart, about a yard apart. Next I felt him pushing on my back, causing me to bend over. I felt my neck rest on something and I could feel David releasing my hands and placing them on the wooden piece on which my neck was resting. Another board came down on top of my neck and wrists and I was trapped, bent over at the waist and unable to use my hands or close my legs.

I could feel the weights attached to my nipples swinging back and forth and felt additional pain as I tried to find the most comfortable position I could. As I shifted back and forth, I could feel David's hands at the leg openings of my plastic panties and diapers. Once again he was moving them out of the way and I was afraid that he was going to put some more things up my rear end.

But that was not what I felt. Something was rubbing along my crack and touching my pussy. I don't know why and am very ashamed of my reaction, but I started to get hot all over and began to rotate my hips. As I did so, the weights on my nipples swung freely, but I did not care. The heat in my pussy more than made up for the pain in my nipples. He was rubbing something along my pussy and I was afraid, no I was hoping, that his shaft would find its way into my pussy. I love Ron very much, but I had always wondered what it would feel like to have another man's shaft in my pussy. All of a sudden I felt some pressure at my little rosebud and before I knew it I had been violated in my rear hole. It hurt! David had stuffed his big thing up my rear end. He began to move back and forth, pushing his thing in and out of my rear. My rear opening was tight and I complained to David that he was hurting me, but he paid me no mind. I could not envision any greater ignominy than to be violated in the rear, when I felt his shaft pulse and he began pissing in my rear. I was horrified at what was being done to me.

When he had finished emptying his bladder into my rear end, he withdrew and replaced my diapers and plastic panties once again. Bent over as I was, I lacked control over my rear sphincter and soon was emptying my bowels into my diapers. I was so humiliated, because now he had cause to change my diapers again. And as wet and messy as I was, I really needed to be changed. But David delayed the necessary, having some sort of a little celebration of his victory over me. I begged him to release me, but he took his time doing this. I remained bent over at the waist with my wet and messy rear end sticking out while he told me that I would never again be allowed to take off my diapers myself, that when he had me take my plastic panties and diapers off last night it was to humiliate me by making me strip naked in front of him. Having said this, he removed the clips from my nipples, and I think it was more painful having them removed than it was wearing them.

He released me and removed my blindfold before bringing me to the bathroom. He left me there as he went to get the key to my locking panties. I stood meekly in the tub as he removed my plastic panties and diapers and rinsed me off with a handheld shower. He then refilled the tub, and at his prompting I sat down in the water as he washed me all over, paying special attention to my diaper area. Apparently I was not even going to be allowed to wash myself. When he had finished my bath and had rinsed me off he had me stand in the tub with my legs spread wide apart and told me to play with myself. I flushed with renewed embarrassment as he just sat there and watched me as I brought myself to climax. Fortunately we were way out in the woods, because I have never been able to climax quietly, and this time was no different. I screamed in ecstasy as I came over and over again.

I stood there as David dried me off, another humiliation, and then was led back to the changing table. After he had lifted me up on the table and secured my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table, David slipped my diapers under me. I lay there wide open and naked, with the diaper still under me, but not on me, with my legs spread as David said something about my not having any control over my peeing. Initially I had no idea what he meant until I saw the tube in his hands. It was a urinary catheter and it was going to make me incontinent. I could not believe what David was going to do to me!

What had I done to Ron that warranted the suffering and humiliation I was going through? I watched helplessly as he opened a Betadine swab and began cleaning my little pee hole and disinfected the catheter and lubricated it with K-Y Jelly. He placed the tube at the entrance to my pee hole and threaded it in until it met resistance at my sphincter muscle. Using a gentle push, it went into my bladder and I felt a little pee come out. Quickly David inflated a balloon in my bladder, ensuring that I could not get the catheter out without his cooperation.

To add to my humiliation, David left me to wear just extra thick diapers with no plastic panties so he could see the yellow stain spread across the crotch of my diapers. I begged him to tell me how long I was to be host to this infernal catheter, but he refused to tell me, saying only that the more I pestered him, the longer it would stay in. I knew better than to press the issue and shut up.

I had forgotten about the sipper as he handed it to me and told me he expected it to be empty by lunchtime. That business over, David told me that he expected me to do chores around the cottage and that he wanted me to clean the kitchen floor and the living room before lunch. I promptly began my job, sucking on my sipper as I went along.

You can't imagine my humiliation when I realized that he expected me to get down on my hands and knees with my cute (but well diapered) little butt wiggling up in the air as I scrubbed the floor. I could not believe the humiliation I was willing to go through because I could not bring myself to disappoint Ron.

Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and David had me fix us both a sandwich and open a couple of beers for us. I knew that, with the catheter in place, there was no way I could hold my pee in, and the stain in the crotch of my diapers kept growing. David knew that, as he presented another beer and then another for me to drink -- and my stain grew larger.

Chapter 5 : David's Story continued

As we finished lunch it was clear that the contents of the sipper and all those beers had gone straight into Mary's diapers and she was very wet and getting uncomfortable. I told her that she would have to beg me and be very *nice* to me if she wanted to be changed. I could tell she was torn between her innate modesty and her fear of what being *nice* to me entailed on the one hand, and her desire to be comfortable on the other. I gave her some chores to do cleaning the cottage in preparation for the night's party (which I had not yet told her about) and told her to let me know when she wanted to be changed. Dressed as she was only in diapers with no plastic panties for protection and with no way to control her peeing because of the catheter which I had inserted, I felt that I also had to warn her not to drip on my floors.

After about an hour of cleaning she came, sopping wet, and asked me to change her. "Mary," I said, "you must listen to what I say and understand that I pick my words carefully. When I said you would have to 'beg' to be changed, I meant exactly that. If you want to be changed, you'll have to kneel on the floor in front of me with your knees apart, and beg me to change you." Hearing this, her cheeks blushed and the blush spread all the way down to her nipples as she contemplated what she would have to do. She also knew there would be severe consequences if she were not changed soon and her diapers began to leak on the floor. Slowly she sank to the floor with her knees about eighteen inches apart and looked woefully up into my eyes.

"Please David, please change me!"

"If my little Mary wants me to change her, she's going to have to do better than that," I told her. "Try again!"

"Please, Pretty please, change your little Mary. She needs to be changed so badly and she's afraid she'll wet the floor and make you really mad."

What will you do for me if I agree to change you?" I asked. Her face registered thinly disguised shock. She had forgotten about the being "very *nice* to me" part.

"I'll do whatever you want," was her lame response.

"You'll have to do better than that," I said. "Will you suck me off?"

Mary hesitated for a bit as she considered the implications of her answer either way. "Y-y-yes," she finally stuttered. I knew this whole scene was very humiliating for her.

"Not good enough," I said again. "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you ask to suck me off!"

"Please, David, don't make me say it. I'll do whatever you want, but don't make me ask for it like that!"

"You'd better not drip on the floor," was my only response.

Humiliation and resignation combined on her face as she realized that she had no choice. She had already tasted some of my punishments and she did not want to provoke me.

"Please, David, let me suck you off," she almost whined. I was enjoying this and getting hotter and hotter so I kept it up.

"Not good enough. What part of me do you want to suck?"

"Please let me suck your.... t-t-thing," she responded.

"I don't know what you mean. Are you saying you want to suck my cock, my prick? Is that what you want to take in your pretty mouth and suck on?"

"Yes." "Then you'd better say it before your diaper starts leaking all over my floor."

Finally she got it out, but without much enthusiasm, "Please let me suck on your cock, your prick."

I was getting too hot and couldn't wait any longer or I would burst.

"OK," I said, "lower my pants and shorts and take my cock in your mouth and suck. And you better not let any of my juice spill out of your mouth. I want you to swallow all of it."

She undid my belt, pulled down my zipper, and let my pants slide down my legs to my ankles. My shorts soon followed and as she reached for my cock I stopped her. "Don't use your hands. In fact, clasp your hands behind you. I want you to use your mouth only." I could tell this was very embarrassing for her as she grasped her hands behind her back and thereby thrust out her little titties. Her face and nipples grew redder as she sought the tip of my cock with her lips.

I could tell this was not comfortable for her and that she was not used to having a man's cock in her mouth. Still, with an amazing natural ability Mary moved her head back and forth along my shaft, eventually taking it all in. Soon I could feel her tongue running all around the head of my shaft and I began to breathe heavier with passion. God, how I loved it!! It did not take Mary long to bring me to climax, and remembering my words she swallowed every drop of my cum. I removed my shaft from her mouth and pulled up my shorts and pants, leaving Mary kneeling there in her sopping wet diapers.

Remembering my promise, I told Mary to come into the bedroom and get up on the changing table. Once she had stretched out on the table, I secured her wrists and ankles. She was by now so familiar with this procedure that she voiced no protest. I removed her diapers and thoroughly cleaned her diaper area, letting my hand run over her clit once or twice, and she responded with a pronounced, but obviously restrained, twitch each time she was touched. I placed a single diaper under her and fastened the diaper around her tiny hips and covered the diaper with a pair of plain transparent plastic panties.

I left her secured to the changing table while I laid out the clothes she was to wear that afternoon. I laid out Mary's training bra and a pair of athletic socks and tennis shoes. Mary's look of puzzlement quickly turned to dismay when I took her nice white tennis outfit out of the closet. Ron had thoughtfully had it altered by having the sewn-in panties removed and replacing them with sewn-in snap-crotch panties.

I loosed her from the changing table and sat down in a chair, telling her to get dressed as I watched. Blushing with embarrassment, she first put on the training bra. Her breasts are so small that she really does not need a bra, but it does help to build her breasts up and it keeps the fabric of her dress from rubbing against her nipples. She next turned to the tennis dress and slipped it on. As she reached to snap the crotch of her panties, I told her to do only one snap. She gave me a questioning look, but did not dare voice her thoughts as she did as she was told. She donned her socks and tennis shoes and looked quite fetching in her outfit, her diapers barely visible beneath her skirt. But only if she walked carefully.

Only now did I tell her that we were going to do some shopping. A look of horror came across her face as she contemplated going out in public in her outfit, and wondered how far I would go to embarrass her. I led her out to the van and helped her into the front passenger seat, giving her a boost with my hand on her nicely cushioned butt. I had her lift up her short skirt in the back so that she was sitting directly on the seat and her skirt was up around her waist. I fastened the seat belt and placed her hands in the cuffs on the seat belt. Finally I placed the blindfold over her eyes and rolled up what little there was to the front of her skirt. Aside from the thrill of thinking she might be seen by passersby, I like to look at her diapered and pantied crotch as we drive. With only one snap done, her plastic panties were fully visible.

We drove for about a half hour and when we stopped we were in the parking lot of a strip shopping center with a supermarket and 6 satellite stores. I removed Mary's blindfold, took her cuffs off, and handed her the sipper. I reminded her that she had about 30 minutes to finish the full 32 oz. and she had better start drinking, or she'd get it another way. It did not take much encouragement for her to finish the sipper right away. She was taking no chances in finding out what I meant by "another way." We went into the supermarket, where I bought a steak and some baking potatoes and vegetables for dinner. I could tell by Mary's squirming that the fluids she had drank were filling her diaper, since with the catheter still in place, she could not even hold it in. I felt it was time to increase her humiliation one more notch and so, after placing the groceries in the van, we went back to the stores to do some window shopping. Looking in the windows, I stopped at the shoe store and remarked about the great sale they were having on women's sneakers. And the sign said "ALL SIZES." Knowing how hard it is to find shoes for Mary's tiny feet, I said, "Wow, that's just too good to pass up. Come on in." She froze as she realized what this meant, but one look from me and she knew better than to say something.

We went inside and sat down in a couple of chairs. A young salesman came over and offered to help us. I told him we would like to try on some sneakers, size 5 1/2 narrow. A glint came into his eyes as he realized that the sneakers were for Mary, and that as he tried them on her, he would be sitting at her feet with an excellent view of her crotch, especially with the short tennis skirt she was wearing. He said we were in luck, that 5 1/2 was a hard size to find, but that they had just received a shipment and they might have some sneakers left in that size. He quickly went along the shelves and came back with three styles for Mary to try on. Sitting on the stool in front of Mary he motioned for her to put her foot up on the foot stool so he could take off the sneaker she was wearing. As Mary lifted her leg up to put her foot on the rest, the salesman got his first look at her crotch. He had not expected to see a diaper and plastic panties, but that was what caught his eye since the one snap on her tennis panties did little to conceal her diapered state. He shifted uncomfortably as his gaze rose to Mary's face and he saw the deep blush there. He knew he was seeing things he ought not be seeing, but his eyes were brought irresistibly back to Mary's panties.

He was brought back to reality as I told him to put the other sneaker on Mary so she could see how they felt walking. With his eyes riveted on her crotch, and her eyes riveted on him, he placed her other foot on the foot rest and put the new sneaker on that foot. Mary did all she could to maintain what little modesty she could as I instructed her to walk to the other end of the store and back. She did so, but walked very carefully, so as not to bounce her skirt too much. When she returned she said they were terrific and could we buy them and leave. I had accomplished my purpose and so I told the salesman we'd take them. After we had finished paying for the sneakers, I turned to Mary and said, "Come on now dear, its time for a change. You must be very wet by now." Both Mary and the salesman blushed a deep red as we left the store.

Mary was wet and we went out to the van to change her. It was just for such an opportunity as this that I had removed all the back seats and put the rug in the back of the van. We climbed in and I had Mary lie down in the back, I undid the one snap of her tennis panties and removed her plastic panties and diaper. Using some diaper wipes, I cleaned her off and rediapered her. I placed her once again in the front passenger seat -- seat belt, cuffs, and blindfold on, and skirt pulled up as we drove back to the cottage.

When we arrived back at the cottage, it was almost supper time. I had her take off all her clothes (except for the diaper and plastic panties, of course) and began fixing supper. As I said before, my living room opens out onto a deck that overlooks the lake. The deck is rather large and I have a barbecue grill on it. I told Mary that I was going to fix our baked potatoes and steak on the grill and that, when the time came, she should heat up the vegetables on the stove, but that the potatoes would take about an hour to cook, and so she should just come out on the deck with me. I handed her the sipper in the meantime.

She was not too sure about going outside, dressed only in diapers and plastic panties, but thought better than to voice an objection. There was no obstruction between the deck and the lake and anybody going by in a boat had a wonderful view of pretty Mary and her diapers. Several boats did go by and Mary's first reaction was to turn her back to the water until I told her not to, that I wanted her to keep looking out over the lake whenever anybody came by. In fact, I had suggested to some of my more open-minded friends that they ought to motor by around supper time. And they did!!

Our supper was uneventful as we ate out on the deck and washed our steak down with a few beers, which went directly into her diapers, since she still had that catheter inserted in her.

After dinner, I explained my plans for that evening as I changed Mary. I explained that I was having a few friends over and that Mary would serve us. As I was changing her diaper, I inserted a butt plug in her bottom and her Ben Wa balls in her pussy. She was to be continually reminded of her servile position. I told her that I expected perfect service from her and that she was to be especially nice to my guests. If she wasn't, I told her, I'd take the butt plug out of her bottom and put it in her mouth as a gag. The very thought of having that shitty butt plug in her mouth was enough to guarantee her cooperation.

I finished diapering her with three diapers and pulled her pink rumba panties on her. Then, before letting her off the changing table, I laid out her costume for the evening. It consisted of a French Maid's outfit, complete with many crinoline petticoats. As I handed her the sipper, I told her to get dressed and wait in the bedroom for me to call for her.

Chapter 6 : Mary's Story continued

I knew that I could not control my peeing with that infernal catheter stuck up my pee-hole and that sooner or later I was going to have to give in to his demands as much as it galled me to do so. David had made sure that he was going to be the winner in our test of wills and I knew that he was not going to make losing easy for me, nor was he going to make it pleasant.

David had given me three beers to drink with lunch and I could feel my diaper getting wetter and wetter as the day went on. Between the beers and the sippers, I had no idea how much my diapers would hold and when they would start dripping onto the floor. I did know that I did not have much time left before I had an accident and wet the floor and I dreaded what David would do to me in punishment for that.

After lunch, David had me doing chores generally cleaning up the cottage, dusting the living room, etc. I put off asking him to change me for as long as I dared, but after about an hour of cleaning I was afraid to wait any longer.

I waddled over to where David was sitting on the couch in the living room. I had to keep my knees apart for fear that bringing them together would squeeze my diaper in the crotch and my diaper would start leaking. It was that full. As politely as I could, I asked David to please change me before I started leaking.

The response I got from David was worse than I had imagined. I had totally forgotten (maybe I wanted to forget) about what he had said about begging him to change me and about being *nice* to him if I expected to be changed.

He told me that if I expected to be changed, I would have to assume the usual position, on my knees in front of him with my knees spread far apart, and beg him to change me. I tried my best, but my first few attempts were not satisfactory to him and he kept me kneeling there begging him to change me before I started leaking. Finally in my most subservient voice, I begged him to change me before I wet the floor and made him really mad at me.

It was then that he brought up the *nice* part and asked me what I was willing to do for him if he agreed to change me. Just agreeing to do whatever he wanted was not enough. He wanted me to suck him off and worst than that, he expected me to beg him for the privilege of performing that obnoxious act.

You see, Ron knew that I was revolted at the thought of taking a man's thing in my mouth and, kind as he was, never forced himself on me that way. Did I say, "kind as he was"? Didn't Ron tell me way back on Friday (it seems so long ago) that I would return from my weekend with David appreciating his love and caresses even more. I was sorely tempted to refuse to perform this obnoxious act on David, but then I considered what the alternatives might be and I did not want to tempt David to do his worst to me.

I was desperate, and I figured that he had maneuvered me into a position where I had no choice and so it was not really my fault if I did what he asked. Finally I choked the words out and, I can't believe this, I actually asked him for permission to suck on his cock.

He stood up and told me to undo his pants and bring his shorts down to his ankles. I did what I was told, but when I started to take his prick in my hands he stopped me and had me grasp my hands behind my back. I was to finish the job without the use of my hands. As I started to surround his cock with my lips, he told me that I had better not let any of his juices drip out of my mouth and that I must swallow all he gave me.

I did my best but I can tell you that I am not used to doing this. Ron never had me to it because he knew that it revolted me. I think that's why David forced me to do it. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything other than what I was being compelled to do. I can't even describe what I did because I have blocked it out of my memory. But I do know that David came mercifully quickly and I was able to swallow all his cum.

When it was over, I opened my mouth and allowed him to withdraw. He pulled up his shorts and pants while leaving me there kneeling in front of him with my wet diapers hanging between my spread legs.

Well, to make a long story short, he changed me. Following his by now normal procedure, he had me get up on the changing table and secured my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table. He removed my diaper and spent a little too much time, I think, cleaning my diaper area and in particular running his fingers over my love button and giving me the shakes each time he did so. He then diapered me in a single diaper and plastic panties, but left me bound on the table while he made some other preparations.

It did not take me long to realize that he was laying out some clothes for me to wear. First I saw my training bra and my athletic socks and tennis shoes. Nothing surprising there, but then I saw my tennis outfit in his hands and I shuddered. Ron had had it altered by removing the traditional sewn-in panties and substituting for them sewn-in snap-crotch panties for easy changing. the real problem lay in the fact that just as tennis panties can be seen when a woman is playing tennis, my snap-crotch panties can be seen when I am playing tennis, and because of the bulkiness they cover, whenever I do not walk perfectly quiet and straight, ie. whenever my skirt moves around, my panties are in full view.

With this in mind, I could not believe it when David told me that we were going, of all things, shopping. Ron had always reserved the tennis outfit for our special times together, but had never let me be seen in it in public. Just how far is David willing to go to embarrass me, I wondered, and shuddered at the possible answer.

David released me from the changing table and told me to get dressed. Now, I don't really need a training bra, my titties are so small, but Ron had told me that it keeps me from getting excited from my blouse rubbing against my titties. As I was dressing, the other shoe fell when David told me to just do one of the three snaps in the crotch of my panties. That meant that anybody who saw the crotch of my tennis panties, a not too unlikely event the way my skirt moved, would also see my diaper and plastic panties.

We went out to the van and as he helped me into the front passenger seat I could feel his hand on my fully diapered rear as he helped me up. Once in the seat, he had me lift up and pull my skirt out from under my bottom so I was sitting on nothing other than the seat cover, and my skirt was pulled up around my waist. Having accomplished this, he fastened my seat belt, placed my hands in the special cuffs I have mentioned earlier, and placed a blindfold across my eyes. I was helpless and humiliated, my skirt was folded up for all the world to see my panties and diaper, and I could not see a thing.

I don't know how long we drove, but eventually we came to a stop and David removed my blindfold and handed me my sipper. I had almost forgotten about the sipper, but seeing it reminded me of that infernal catheter that removed all my ability to control my peeing. Under compulsion, (David threatened that I would get the contents of the sipper one way or another and it did not take much imagination to understand what he had in mind) I drank from the sipper and a short time later felt my diaper get wetter.

As I looked around, I realized that we were at a shopping center. Not a mall, but one of those where all the stores open onto a big parking lot. We went to the supermarket where David bought some food. I was beyond caring what he bought since I would have to eat what he gave me anyway. I didn't dare cross him. My diaper was getting wetter and wetter as the minutes went by.

After David put the food in the van, he took me back to the stores. I was convinced he did this to increase my humiliation. And what he did after that confirmed that he wanted to humiliate me in the worst way possible. Using some pretext about how difficult it must be to get shoes to fit my petite feet, he brought me into a shoe store that was running a sale on "all sizes."

I was going to refuse, but he gave me that look that said if I did, I would regret it even more. I was keenly aware that I was wearing my tennis outfit with just one snap of my panties snapped and so anyone sitting in front of me (such as a shoe salesman) would have a perfect view of my diapered crotch, especially if David made me raise my foot for the salesman to try a shoe on me. I just knew what was coming but I was helpless to prevent it. I was going to be humiliated beyond belief.

I don't know why I let David do these things to me. But I love Ron so much and he loves me and I know that he would not let me be put through this if he didn't think it was for my own good. I'm sure this training has its purpose and that I'll be a better diaper slave when it is all over, but it is very hard to go through.

As expected, a young salesman came over and asked if he could help us. I wanted to tell him that we were just looking, but David said we would like to try on some sneakers, size 5 1/2 narrow, which were obviously for me. The look in his eyes told me that he fully realized the view he would get under my short tennis skirt when I raised my foot to let him put the sneaker on me. Little did he realize the real view he would get. Even with all three snaps of my tennis panties snapped it was obvious that I was well diapered underneath. With only one snap done, my diapers and plastic panties would be clearly visible the moment I raised my foot.

As I raised my foot, I could tell by the rising redness of his face that the salesman had seen my most intimate secret. It was kind of funny watching him squirm as he realized that he was seeing something that he ought not to be seeing, something that was very embarrassing to us both. But that did not keep him from looking.

David had the salesman put both sneakers on me and then had me walk through the shoe store, he said it was to see how they felt. I know it was to let everyone see my diapers and panties as I walked, for certainly the short skirt bounced up a little with each step and displayed my humiliation.

To top the whole experience off, as David was paying the salesman for the sneakers, he casually turned to me and told me that I must be very wet by now and that it must be time for a change. I am not sure which of us, myself or the salesman, blushed the deepest shade of red.

David led me out to the van and changed me in the back. As I have told you, he had removed all seats but the two front ones and had put a rug in the back. It is kind of funny, but I was almost getting used to having him change me and I didn't mind it so much when he cleaned me off in my most intimate areas with the diaper wipes. When he was through he fastened me into the front seat again, with my wrists in the cuffs and my skirt raised to show my diaper and panties. I was again blindfolded as we drove back to the cottage.

When we returned to the cottage David had me strip down to my diapers and plastic panties and he began fixing our steak supper on the grill on his deck. He told me that the potatoes would take about an hour and that until it was time for me to cook the vegetables on the stove I should join him on the deck. He handed me my sipper which subtly reminded me of the threats of what would happen if I did not finish it soon.

I really did not want to go out on the open deck wearing just my diaper and panties, but I had no choice. There was no obstruction between the deck and the lake and anybody going by would certainly have a bird's eye view of my nakedness and humiliation. Several boats did go by and when I tried to turn to hide my face, David told me that I had to turn and face the people going by and to wave to them. You can't believe the humiliation as several of them waved back and shouted "Hi!".

We ate out on the deck, me still wearing nothing but my diapers and panties. David said that steak was wasted without beer and so made me drink a few, which went directly into my diapers courtesy of the infernal catheter which was still lodged inside me.

After dinner, David told me that he was having some friends over for a party and that I was to serve them. I couldn't believe he was going to do this to me and I had no idea what he was going to do to me. I was sure that before the night was over I would die from humiliation.

As he was changing my diaper, he inserted a butt plug in my bottom and my Ben Wa balls in my pussy. He told me that this would continually remind me of my servile position, as if the diapers and plastic panties were not enough. He told me that I was to serve his guests perfectly and that if I did not, he would take the butt plug out of my ass and use it as a gag for me. I certainly did to want to tempt him to do that.

He then finished diapering me with three diapers and pulled my rhumba panties on me, assuring that all his guests would know of my diapered state. Then the final shock (or so I thought), he laid out my costume for the evening, a French Maid's outfit, complete with multiple crinolines which would raise my skirt up and show off my beautiful rhumba panties for all to see.

As David left the room, he handed me my sipper and told me to get dressed and wait in the bedroom for him to call me.

Chapter 7 : David's Story continued

As I heard the first car come down the driveway to the cottage I called Mary out of the bedroom, a look of embarrassment and anticipation on her face. She had no idea what to expect or who was going to see her dressed the way she was.

In fact I had invited three college buddies and their girl friends over for a Memorial Day party. All three of the couples were straight, but I also knew that each of the girls was devoted to their man and would do anything he wanted her to do. I looked forward to an interesting evening.

As Bob and Laura were getting out of their car, I surveyed my diapered little French Maid. As she walked, she tried not to move very much below the waist and I could tell that her butt plug and Ben Wa balls were getting to her. Before the end of the evening, they would really get her hot.

Mary was dressed in the authentic uniform of an alluring, flirtatious French Maid. The black satin dress was trimmed in white lace around the scooped neckline, short puffed sleeves, and hem of the very short skirt, which was held out at a wide angle by stiff, short, white petticoats and was scooped-up-at-the-back to reveal her diapers and pink ruffled panties. A white taffeta, full bibbed apron lay on the front of the dress, and appeared like a pinafore due to the wide lace ruffles that trimmed the straps over Mary's shoulders, and met at the rear waistline in a large bow. Since she is small busted (to say the least) she wore a heavily padded bra (with extra falsies) which gave her the look of a well-endowed girl. A little beribboned maid's headband, fingerless elbow-length lace gloves, frilly garters, sheer black silk stockings (with a seam running up the back), and five inch high heels completed her outfit. Her makeup was spectacular: bright red lips, dark, dramatic eyes, and brightly rouged cheeks. She was a sight to behold and I was sure she would please my guests. I explained to Mary that she would be our maid for the evening, answering the door and making my guests comfortable, serving them drinks and snacks as the evening wore on. I further told her that I expected her to curtesy to them whenever she served them, lifting up her skirts on the sides as she did so, and to always address my guests politely as "sir" or "ma'am". I showed her where the wine and liquor were, she already knew the beer was in the refrigerator, and I told her that this evening, in lieu of her sipper, I expected her to consume no less than 4 cans of beer. She did not realize that for this party I had stocked the refrigerator with 16 oz. cans of beer (my friends are big beer drinkers).

Bob and Laura knocked on the door (we don't have a bell) and Mary answered and curtsied to them, lifting her skirts high as she was directed. Mary escorted them into the living room and saw that they were seated comfortably. "Would you like something to drink, sir?, ma'am?"; she asked. They each ordered a beer, and I could see the look of amazement on their faces as she turned to fill their orders and they saw her bulging pink rhumba panties, and it registered with them what made her panties bulge so much.

Frank and Ruth were the next to arrive, followed closely by Tom and Linda. Each couple was appropriately greeted by Mary at the door, seated and their drink orders taken. Each also noticed the same thing as Bob and Laura had noticed about Mary's rear end when she turned to get their drinks (as I expected, beer was a popular beverage).

Bob and Frank and Tom and I spent a lot of time catching up on what we were doing while the girls got to know each better. Everything went fine for the first hour and a half, with Mary doing a splendid job of keeping our glasses filled and serving us snacks. My guests and I were not the only ones drinking, since Mary had her quota of beers to consume, and I guess it was the combination of the beers and the five inch high heels that caused the problem. Anyway, Mary was bringing another beer to Bob and Laura when she stumbled and spilled the beer down the front of Laura's blouse.

I was furious. Laura's blouse was sopping wet and clinging to her so that it was possible to see the very sexy bra she was wearing. Laura was very embarrassed and I told her that since she and Mary were about the same size, she could go into the bedroom and find one of Mary's blouses to wear.

I told Mary that she would have to be punished for her carelessness and ordered her to get down over my knee immediately. There was no need to hike up her skirts, her costume did that already. As she lay there, upper torso across my lap and her legs dangling down, I told her that I was not going to embarrass her this time by taking her panties and diaper off. Just the mention of her diapers and panties sent waves of blush through her body. I started lecturing her and telling her how much she owed me and how much I had tried to make a lady out of her and to prepare her for her eventual return to Ron. This lecture served a purpose of not only humiliating Mary further by treating her like a little girl, but gave Laura time to change and return to the room. While lecturing her, of course, my hand found its way under her panties and diapers and into her crack where my hand obviously excited her and she began to wriggle her cute pantied rear.

I felt it was only fitting that Laura should witness Mary's punishment (and take part in it). Laura returned and I began to spank Mary on her diapered bottom, knowing it would not hurt her physically, but the juvenile treatment would add to her embarrassment. The humiliation of what she was going through, more than the pain (at this point) caused her to start crying.

After a few spanks on her diapered butt, I began to turn my attention to her upper thighs. Alternating from right to left and back I raised quite a red spot on the back of her thighs before I finished. When I did so, she was sobbing more from the pain than from the humiliation. I then had her stand before me and thank me for taking the time to correct her careless behavior. Gulping out her words, she complied.

I then told her that I as her master (this was the first time I had used that word, but I'm sure she had already gotten the idea) was not the only one offended by her carelessness. She had to go over to Laura and to ask Laura to punish her for her carelessness. Slowly, Mary turned and went over to Laura and asked Laura to punish her for her carelessness. Laura was happy to oblige and soon Mary was bent over Laura's lap for a continuation of her spanking. When Laura was finished, Mary was openly crying, and then suffered the humiliation of begging Laura's forgiveness and thanking Laura for correcting her.

Mary's make-up did not survive this correction and I sent her to the bedroom to fix it. While she was doing that we all had a great time laughing and joking about how cute Mary's diapered bum looked stretched out over my lap and over Laura's. Because I did not want her to know how turned on I was, I hoped that Mary had not felt my hardness as she was draped over my lap.

Mary was taking too long to fix her make-up and eventually I called her back into the room, having told my guests that it was time for the evening's entertainment to begin. Mary entered the room and I had her stand in the middle of the circle formed by our chairs. As she stood there, not knowing what to expect, but anticipating that she was the entertainment and was not going to enjoy it, I went over to my music center and pushed the "play" button on the cassette tape player.

The tape, which I had previously inserted in the machine, was one Ron had sent along entitled "How to Strip for Your Husband". It is a live recording from a burlesque theater band, including all the cat-calls and wolf-whistles! As the music began, I told Mary that she was the entertainment and she knew what to do to the music. A bright red blush spread from her cheeks down to her breasts and, clearly beyond, although covered by her French Maid costume.

The music began, and Mary's hips began to gyrate, almost by themselves. A gloss came over her eyes and it was almost as if she were some kind of hussie on auto-pilot, revealing her charms to us all. As she danced, I could see her rubbing her thighs together, pressing her diaper up between her legs and turning her on. The Ben Wa balls and butt plug added to her excitement. We all watched as she began to strip.

First, of course, came her little beribboned maid's headband, then her fingerless elbow-length lace gloves. Next to hit the floor was her lacy white apron. Now things began to get interesting. What would she remove next, her dress or something else? We were a little disappointed that she removed her 5 inch heels next and then unclipped her stockings. When she had removed these, she was faced with a dilemma that I knew would soon come. She had already removed all her clothing that could be removed without experiencing real embarrassment. I mean, how embarrassing is it to remove a hat and gloves, shoes, even unsnapping her garters from, and removing, her stockings.

But now the real fun began. Mary reached behind her and grabbed the zipper on her dress. She slowly pulled it downward until the bodice of her dress fell free. Mary slipped out of the straps of her dress and slid it down over her legs and it fell to the floor. Mary was so caught up in the music that she unconsciously kicked the dress from her feet. Tom caught it to mighty cheers from Mary's audience. Next came her petticoats, all but one. As each petticoat came off, the cat-calls on the tape were reinforced by comments from Mary's audience.

Mary reached up under her petticoat and unsnapped and removed her garterbelt. It was clear from the way Mary was gyrating her hips and rubbing her legs together, that she was going to climax soon. As she continued to bump and grind I could tell from the look on her face that her diapers were very wet and that she was turned on by them. It did not take long before Mary came for the first time during her strip-tease, and she did not cum quietly. I always wondered about those scenes where the cops clamp the hand-cuffs on a beautiful woman and tell her to come quietly. As I have learned, Mary never cums quietly.

Mary was obviously torn about what garment to remove next. If she removed her last petticoat, she would expose her pretty pink rhumba panties. If she removed her bra, she would be revealing the paucity of her breasts, a fact that was adequately covered by her padded bra.

She made her choice. She removed her petticoat and, to everyone's oohs and ahhs, revealed her cute panties and well diapered butt. What modesty that provided was short lived as the next article of clothing to go was her padded bra. She was left dancing and grinding her hips in her baby pink ruffled panties and diapers. She looked at me for guidance as she knew she could not remove any more of her clothing without breaking my rule about taking her panties and diapers off by herself. A nod of my head told her that she need not proceed further, but had better continue dancing with her little breasts not even bouncing to the music.

Seeing that Mary had finished her stripping, Frank told Ruth to get up and begin dancing. Ruth blushed deeply, but began to bump and grind and remove her clothes to the music. As Ruth stripped, we could hear and see Mary dancing and cumming. When Ruth had finally stripped down to her panties, Frank took pity on her and allowed her to stop. She and Mary were then told to put their arms around each other and when they had done so, their hands were cuffed together behind each other's back. Mary seemed strangely uncomfortable at her proximity to Ruth's nearly naked body. Ruth, on the other hand, seemed ready to make the most of it. While Mary seemed to try to put as much distance as possible between their bodies, Ruth tried to pull Mary as close to herself as possible, cupping her hands around Mary's diapered, pantied buns and pulling Mary's crotch close to her own. At one point, I even saw Ruth's hands disappear under Mary's diaper and Mary gave an involuntary twitch. The music continued and they were forced to continue dancing, naked breasts rubbing naked breasts, pantied crotch rubbing diapered pantied crotch.

No sooner were Mary and Ruth dancing together, then Bob and Tom told Laura and Linda to start stripping. When they had stripped down to their panties, they looked at their masters and found no reprieve. Laura and Linda were compelled to continue stripping until they were naked. They were then told to face each other and Laura's hands were cuffed together. Linda's hands were then cuffed through Laura's and they were told to play with each other's pussy as they danced. Soon all four were cumming in eruptions like volcanos.

When we had had our fill of this entertainment, and this took some time, we uncuffed the girls, but did not allow them to get dressed. We resumed our seats in a circle and Mary was made to ask each of my guests to check and see if she needed a diaper change. She went from one guest to the other, her blush growing as she asked each one to check her diapers. Guest after guest, male and female, reached down inside Mary's diapers to check her wetness. It seemed, however, that their hands reached down much further than was necessary to check for wetness, and the wiggling of Mary's behind told me what was happening. The look of curiosity on their faces told me their hands had found the catheter I had inserted in Mary.

Needless to say, it was clear that Mary needed changing, if only because of the puddles of pussy juice in her diapers (but she had also copiously pee'd in her diapers). She laid down on the floor and I removed her pink plastic rhumba panties and diapers. My guests all gathered around to see exactly what it was they had found with their hands as they had fondled Mary. I placed clean diapers under her, cleaned her up with some wipes, and as I was about to bring the diapers up to pin them around her waist, Frank had an idea. How about having Mary and Ruth entertain each other? Mary was already lying naked on the floor and Ruth quickly shed her panties and jumped (so to speak) at the opportunity. Assuming the classic 69 position they were made to eat each other's pussies. Actually Mary was the only one who needed encouragement, since Ruth was wholeheartedly into the game. I encouraged Mary to cooperate with an occasional tweak of her nipple and we all watched as Mary's tongue flicked tentatively at Ruth's pussy and Ruth reciprocated. It was clear that this was not a punishment for Ruth, but Mary was more reticent until she began to feel the effects of Ruth's tongue. Then she suddenly became quite enthusiastic, thrusting her pelvis into Ruth's face, and lapping furiously at Ruth's pussy.

We could not let Laura and Linda feel left out and soon they were on the floor servicing each other. You should have seen the orgasisms the girls had, thrusting their hips around and moaning loudly.

Soon we tired of this entertainment. If the truth be known, my buddies and I were horny as hell and began to break up the couples on the floor. Talking alone did not work and so we began to spank their bare butts. For a while, our spankings only seemed to increase the girls' activity, but soon our spankings took their toll and the girls broke their embraces.

As the girls began to get a hold of themselves, they were told that they had their fun and now it was our turn. Each of the girls was told to stand before one of the guys (not the one they came with) and to make him happy.

As you can guess, the party was a great success. Eventually my guests left and I was alone with Mary again. I was happy with the way she performed this evening. Oh, the spill, I knew something would eventually happen with Mary walking on five inch heels and drinking beers.

I led Mary to the changing table and secured her wrists and ankles. Having done this and removed her wet diapers, I sucked the air out of the balloon in her bladder and removed the catheter and then removed the Ben Wa balls from her pussy. She noticed with apprehension that I left the butt plug in place. I placed clean diapers under her, but before diapering her, I brought a T-belt and 10 inch dildo into her view. The T-belt was designed so that the arms would go around the waist of a person coming together in the back, with one side fitting over a metal loop in the other. The tail of the T-belt then comes up through the crotch and fits over the same metal loop. A lock can then be inserted in the loop and the belt is secured on the wearer and any equipment previously inserted in the area covered by the belt (such as dildos or butt plugs) is secured as well. After inserting the dildo and leaving the butt plug in place, and locking the T-belt around her waist and up through her crotch, I brought her three diapers up and pinned them securely to her waist and covered them with a pair of translucent plastic panties. I let her off the table and gave her a baby doll nightie to put on and finally chained her ankle to the bedpost and climbed in beside her.

I slipped my hand under her baby doll nightie and cupped her cute little tittie as we both fell asleep. Tomorrow would be another rough and humiliating day for my cute little Mary and she needed her sleep.

Chapter 8 : Mary's Story continued

As I sat there on the bed waiting for David to call me to come down and suffer what I was sure was going to be even greater humiliation, I had time to look back on the weekend so far and the degrading humiliations I had suffered at David's hands thus far.

I still vividly remembered his having me bend over, legs spread wide, with my head and hands locked in the pillory while he gave me a piss enema; the embarrassment I suffered when he had me come out on the deck wearing just my diapers and plastic panties and made we wave hello to people passing by in boats on the lake; the abject humiliation I suffered as I had to raise my feet in front of that shoe salesman and show him my diapers and panties under my tennis outfit; and worst of all, his making me beg to suck his thing in order to get my diapers changed.

I just could not imagine how he could humiliate me further, and yet I knew that I would soon find out how, for I knew that whatever the evening held, David did not plan for it to be pleasant for me.

I was brought back to reality by the sound of a car coming up the drive and by David's strident call for me.  David had time to review my costume before the knock at the door sounded.  I was dressed in a French Maid's costume complete with black satin dress and full-bibbed white taffeta apron.  Under my very short skirt (which was scooped up in the back) were several stiff white crinoline petticoats which showed off my diapers and pink ruffled plastic panties to all.  The sheer black silk stockings with a seam running up the back and the five inch heels David made me wear were certain to draw attention to the lower half of my body and my diapers.

I was to curtsey to his guests (lifting up the sides of my skirts as I did so) when I greeted or served them, David instructed me.  I was also to address his guests politely as "sir" or "ma'am".  Instead of my sipper, David expected me to consume at least four beers.  I knew that the combination of that many beers when I am used to only one or two, and the five-inch heels I was wearing would cause me trouble.

The first couple knocked at the door and I answered it, curtseying before them and lifting my skirts high as I had been directed.  David introduced them to me as Bob and Laura and I escorted them into the living room and saw that they were seated comfortably.  Each of them ordered a beer and I saw the look of amazement on their faces as I turned to go to the kitchen and they saw the back of my skirt pulled up to show my bulging pink rumba panties, and I'm sure they figured out what made my panties bulge so.

You can't imagine the shock I had when I opened the refrigerator door and saw that David has stocked it with 16 oz.  cans of beer.  Ron always bought 12 oz. cans and after two of those I was tipsy, and David had told me he wanted me to consume no less than four of those 16 oz. cans of beer.  David was in the kitchen when I went in and he told me to take a can for myself when I served Bob and Laura.

No sooner had I brought Bob and Laura their drinks than Frank and Ruth arrived, closely followed by Tom and Linda.  I greeted each couple appropriately at the door with a curtsey and showed them into the living room.  Each couple ordered beers and as I turned to go into the kitchen I heard the same sound of their inhaling as they saw my hiked-up skirt in the back and my pink rumba panties and the diapers they covered on full display.

The start of the evening went along pretty well.  I kept their glasses full and served the snacks that David had bought, and everyone seemed to be having a good time.  David kept reminding me to keep up with my quota of beers and I tried to do so.  But when I had finished my second beer (remember they were 16 oz. each) I felt a little light-headed, and when I was halfway through my third I felt really tipsy.  So I knew I was in trouble when Bob and Laura ordered another round.  I did alright pouring the beers, but when I brought them to the guests, I stumbled on my high heels and spilled a beer all over the front of Laura's blouse.

I really felt embarrassed for Laura since you could see through her wet blouse and see the very sexy bra she was wearing.  Since Laura and I are about the same size, David told her to go into the bedroom, and change into one of my blouses.  David was furious and yelled about how could I embarrass his guest that way and how careless and clumsy I was and how I would have to be punished for my behavior.  I was really scared.

David ordered me, then and there, to get across his lap for a spanking.  He was going to humiliate me by spanking me like a little child in front of all his guests.  I turned beet red as I did as I was told, knowing that just the act of laying across his lap brought my diapers and panties into full view of everyone in the room.  And as if that were not enough, he called attention to them by saying he was not going to embarrass me by taking them off.  Just the mention of my diapers and plastic panties made me blush even further.

As he held me there on his lap, he began lecturing me on how  much I owed him and how much effort he had put into trying to make me into a properly obedient and submissive girl for my eventual return to Ron and how much I had disappointed him.  He kept me there, balanced on his lap with my hands stretched out to his left and my feet to his right, while he waited for Laura to return.  As I waited for the spanking to begin, I could feel his hand at the leg band of my panties and then under my diapers.  I could not help my reaction as his hand touched my most sensitive parts, and I am sure that my wiggling butt put on quite a show for his guests.

David waited for Laura to return before he began to spank me.  At first, he spanked me on my diapered butt and I was sure that he did that for humiliation purposes only because it really did not hurt.  But the humiliation of being turned over his knee and spanked on my diapers and pink plastic rumba panties was too much for me to bear and I started crying and begging to be let off.  But he had no intention of letting me off easy.  I began to feel his hand land on my upper thighs and I knew the pain was about to begin.  He alternated between my thighs until I guess they were as red as the blush that covered the rest of my body.  I continued to cry and beg to be let off, and David continued to spank me.

Eventually he stopped and had me stand before him and thank him for taking the time to correct me.  I knew that if I did not do what he said, he would just pull me down over his knee again and I did not want that.  So I tried my hardest and between sobs was able to get the right words out.

But my punishment was not over yet.  David told me that as my master (he actually called himself my master? I couldn't believe it, although I guess the way he had treated me gave him that right) he was not the only one offended by my carelessness and that I had to go over to Laura and ask her to punish me also.  I was not sure what Laura would want to do to me, but I had no choice but to comply, and I soon found myself face down over Laura's lap for another spanking.  Maybe I am imagining things, but I found Laura's spanking harder to take and it hurt far more than the spanking David had just given me.  About halfway through her spanking I totally lost it and was crying uncontrollably when she finished.  But my humiliation was not yet over.  I had to stand there with my thighs burning and ask Laura to forgive me and then thank her for spanking me.  Again I was helpless and had no alternative but to comply as soon as I could get my crying under a little control.

My makeup was a mess and David told me to go and fix it.  From the bedroom I could hear them all talking and laughing about how cute my diapered and pantied butt looked bouncing up and down as I responded to each spank. Just hearing them talk about what had happened to me added to my humiliation and I put off returning to the living room until I heard David call me.  As I entered the room, David and his guests were all seated in a circle and I was told to stand in the middle.  David announced that it was time for the evening's entertainment and I suspected that somehow I was to be that entertainment.  As usual when I thought the worst, I was right.

As I stood in the middle of the circle, David pushed the "play" button on the cassette player and the music began.  As soon as I heard the first few chords I recognized what it was and blushed a deep red.  Ron had found a tape called "How to Strip for Your Husband" and obviously had lent it to David.  I had no problem stripping for Ron and, indeed, was rather good at it if I might say so myself.  But Ron had always reserved that fun for when we were alone and had never asked me to strip in front of others. Obviously David was, and I wondered how far he expected me to go.  Clearly, David would stop at nothing to humiliate me in front of his friends.

I could not help it, my hips just started gyrating to the music as if they had a will of their own.  And just as soon as they started moving I could feel the fullness of the butt plug up my rear and the Ben wa balls moving around in my love box.  They really turned me on and I just could not help myself.

Starting to strip was easy.  Deciding what to take off first was simple. First my maid's headband and then, one by one and ever so slowly, my fingerless gloves, followed by my lacy white apron.  It was a relief to get out of those five inch heels and my stockings, although I am sure that my panties were on prominent display as I rolled the stockings down off my thighs.

But now things got tougher.  What was to be next?  I reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my dress down until the bodice fell free revealing the padded bra that David had made me wear, but at least the bra was some covering for my "little titties", as Ron likes to call them.  I slipped out of the dress and kicked it out of my way.  Tom caught it and you'd think we were at the burlesque for all the cheers and cat calls I was receiving. Next I removed my petticoats (all but the last).  It seemed that with each item of clothing I removed David and his guests were getting hotter and hotter.

I doffed my garter belt next as I continued to bump and grind.  I realized that as I danced the bulk of my wet diapers put pressure on my love spot and added to my personal enjoyment.  As I continued to dance, I climaxed for the first time.  Now I have to tell you that I do not climax quietly. Ron always said that when I cum the whole world knows it, I scream so loud with ecstasy.  And I was not quiet this time either.

Now I had a problem.  I was down to bare bones in the clothing department and torn over what to remove next.  In fact, I was wearing that last petticoat and my padded bra.  If I removed the petticoat, my diapers and plastic panties would be on full view for all to see.  If I removed the bra, my little titties would be obvious to all.  Neither choice was great so I decided to go for the petticoat, thinking that at least I was wearing something below my waist.  However, it was not long before I was forced to take my bra off and suffer the comments from the audience about my child-like breasts.

I looked at David since I had been earlier forbidden by him to remove my plastic panties or diapers.  He gave me a reprieve (sort of) and told me to continue dancing dressed as I was.

While I was dancing, Frank told Ruth to get up and join me.  She obeyed him and soon was removing her clothing, although if you ask me, I did it better.  As she got down to her bra and panties, I began to get a strange feeling in my loins and I spread my legs and allowed my wet diaper to rub its way further up between my legs.  I did my bump and grind and came all over again, just as loud as before.  When Ruth took off her bra and looked at Frank to see if he would at least let her keep her panties on, he took pity on her and let her do so.  It was not long that we were dancing together in our panties (me in my diaper and panties) before we were told to face each other and to put our arms around each other.  Our hands were promptly cuffed together behind the other's back, each of us with our right arm under the other's left so that we could not untangle ourselves.  We were stuck in this very awkward position, naked except for our panties, facing each other with our breasts rubbing against the other's.

I had never been this close to a half-naked woman before and was both repelled and drawn by the closeness and the feelings I was experiencing. Ruth seemed to be pulling me closer to her as we danced.  I could feel her hands at my waist and then they dropped down inside my wet diaper.  I could feel her cupping my rear cheeks in her hands and then her right hand slipped to the center and into my crack.  Her finger toyed with my rear opening and wiggled the butt plug David had left in my rear.  I could not help but respond and started wriggling my diaper covered buns.  Comments from David and his guests told me that my reactions had not gone unnoticed.

While Ruth and I were dancing, shackled together in a most intimate way, Linda and Laura were told to get up and join us in dancing and stripping. As they got down to their panties, however, they found no favor from their masters and had to continue until they were naked.  I had never really looked at other women in a sexually stimulating situation before, and I was surprised at how hot I got just watching them, They were then told to face each other, and Laura's hands were cuffed together in front of her and Linda's hands were cuffed through Laura's.  Cuffed as they were with their hands in front, they were ordered to play with each other's pussy as they danced.  The very idea of that was strangely exciting, and suddenly Ruth's gyrations against my diapers were much more stimulating too.  Very quickly all four of us were cumming in gigantic eruptions, with me moaning and screaming in orgasmic ecstasy.  I must tell you that I felt very uncomfortable being brought to climax by another woman and felt pretty guilty and ashamed of myself for enjoying it so much.

Soon, but not soon enough as far as I was concerned, the boys tired of our entertainment and uncuffed us but did not allow us to get dressed.  Linda and Laura were still naked and Ruth was in her panties and I in my diapers and plastic panties.  Everyone but me sat in a circle and David thought it would be fun for me to go around the circle and ask each one to check my diapers and see if I needed a change.  And so I had to suffer the ignominious humiliation of asking each of David's guests to check my diapers.

One by one they put their hands inside my diapers, front and back, to see if I needed a change and their hands went much farther than necessary to make that assessment.  Almost all of them found David's infernal catheter as they checked the front of my diapers and all used the guise of checking the back of my diapers thinking to give me a well placed goose, but discovered my butt plug instead.  I almost wished that I had needed a change back there?  that would have showed them.  But on the other hand, I sort of liked having my diapers checked and getting fondled and felt up in front since I had no choice and it was against my will.

I can't explain the feelings that came over me as Ruth checked my diapers. I felt a warm rush that I had never felt before and which I can't explain, as she reached down and placed her finger inside my pussy and started to rub.  And then as she reached around behind me and pushed on the butt plug in my rear, I could feel a huge blush overcome my entire body.  I was so embarrassed, not so much by what was being done to me, since I could not control that, but by my reaction to her touch.

The unanimous decision was that I needed changing and David told me to lay down on the floor then and there.  He slipped off my pink plastic rumba panties and unpinned my diapers.  Everyone looked closely at my diaper area to discover what it was they had felt when they fondled me.  There was some discussion about how the catheter took all control over my peeing away from me and made me totally reliant on my diapers to keep from wetting all over the place.

After I had been cleaned up with diaper wipes and David was about to bring the clean diapers up between my legs, Frank had an idea.  He suggested that Ruth and I "entertain" each other.  Since I was already naked on the floor, Ruth quickly, rather too quickly if you ask me, shed her panties and climbed on top of me - 69 style.

Again I felt confused by my emotions.  My upbringing told me that *nice* girls don't do this sort of thing, but my emotions told me that I was being excited and satisfied by Ruth's ministrations.  My reluctance to participate was apparently obvious because David came over and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and started to twist.  The pain from that was sufficient to convince me that I had no alternative but to cooperate and join in the entertainment.  I tried to focus on what was being done to me and to reciprocate.  Ruth's tongue was pulsing in and out of my pussy, she sucked on my pussy lips which were already engorged and wide open, and every so often she sucked on my love button in such a way that it nearly drove me up a wall.  It was obvious to me that this was no first for Ruth.  She knew just where to do what, and she did it enthusiastically.  I tried to do the same to her and had all the encouragement from David that I needed.  At first I flicked my tongue tentatively at Ruth's pussy lips and was not nearly as repulsed as I thought I would be.  Her taste was musky and salty-sweet, her smell was not quite the same as my own, but very strangely exciting.  I had sometimes fantasized about doing this with another woman but had never really thought I would.  But you have to understand, I had no choice but to cooperate or David would hurt my nipple again and probably tell Ron I was disobedient. I must admit though that, despite my mind's reluctance, Ruth very quickly had my body convinced that this was very exciting and satisfying sex. Every once in a while I felt the catheter move in my pee hole and I suspected that Ruth was licking little droplets of pee off the end.  Just the thought of her doing such an intimate act to me heightened my excitement and made me realize how wonderful she was.

Eventually I gave way to my emotions and joined wholeheartedly in the fun, thrusting my pelvis at Ruth's face and furiously lapping away at her pussy, driving my tongue as far into her as I could, realizing suddenly that I already knew just what would please her best because I knew what pleased me.  I nipped gently at her clit and she came almost instantaneously.  I lost track of how many orgasms Ruth gave me.

At one point in our frenzy we apparently rolled over and I found myself on top.  It was not long after that when I felt slapping on my butt and realized that someone was spanking me.  That only added to my excitement and I worked harder at Ruth's pussy.  Eventually, however, the spanking became painful and I realized that David was trying to get us to stop and break apart.  It was only when we did so that I realized that Laura and Linda were doing the same thing Ruth and I were doing, and that all four of us were creating quite a spectacle for the men.

We finally broke loose from each other and the guys announced that it was now their turn.  Each one of us had to stand naked in front of one of the guys (who was not our date, or in my case my master) and "make him happy." I was given to Frank.  I'll leave it to your imagination what we had to do to satisfy the guys.  Suffice it to say that each guy had his own idea and each of us girls had no choice but to comply with his wishes.  At least Frank had a gentle touch and knowing ways, making it easier for me to submit to him.

It was now getting late and the guests left.  I found myself hoping I'd meet Ruth and Frank again sometime.  David and I were then alone.  He led me to my changing table and secured my wrists and ankles to the table top. When he had removed my diapers (which he had replaced after I had satisfied Frank) he sucked the air out of the balloon in my bladder and removed the catheter.  He then removed the Ben Wa balls but left the butt plug in place, and I could only imagine what discomfort he had in store for me. After placing clean diapers under me he reached under the table and brought out a 10 inch dildo and some kind of leather device into my view.  The leather device was in the shape of a large "T".  He wrapped the two arms of the device around my waist before inserting the dildo in my pussy.  He then brought the tail of the device, (which I later learned was called, of all things, a "T" belt) through my legs, and, leaving the dildo and butt plug in place, he lifted my legs up and locked the belt in place in back.

David then finished triple diapering me and covered my diapers with a pair of translucent plastic panties.  He helped me off the changing table, gave me a baby doll nightie to complete my evening ensemble, and he again chained my ankle to the bedpost.  As I drifted off to sleep after a very rough and full day, I could feel him climb into bed beside me, slip his hand under my nightie, and cup one of my little titties in his hand.  It didn't feel as unwelcome as it had the night before.

Chapter 9 : David's Story continued

When we woke up, the sun had dawned bright and shining on a beautiful Sunday. After I had fondled Mary a little more (she could not help but put up with it), we got out of bed and I had her fix breakfast. She was still wearing the dildo and butt plug, secured by the "T" belt, and I could tell she could feel their presence by the way she walked. Mary asked me to change her, but I told her to wait until after breakfast.

I had Mary fixed us bacon and eggs for breakfast, with orange juice and lots of big mugs of black coffee. We both like our coffee black. But I knew where Mary's coffee was going, and from the look on her face, so did she. It was the start of another nice day and so I decided we should have breakfast out on the deck. I was feeling a little beneficent and so let Mary keep her baby doll top on, knowing that she knew that it did nothing to conceal her diapers and plastic panties, and the translucent plastic panties did nothing to conceal the yellow stain that was growing in her crotch.

After breakfast I led Mary back into the bedroom and lifted her up onto the changing table. I secured her wrists, and after removing her plastic panties, I secured her ankles to the table. I removed her sopping wet diapers and reached under her to unlock the "T" belt. Having done that I removed the dildo (actually I moved it in and out for a bit just to excite her) and she gasped at the stimulation. I then removed the butt plug and held it up before her face. It was full of shit and I warned her about holding it in. I told her it was not healthy and that if she would not do poopies on her own, I would help her.

I cleaned her diaper area well with baby wipes - they help keep her smelling clean - and paid special attention to her pussy and ass. I unfastened her ankles and had her lift her legs up with her knees bent toward her chin. Her wrists were still cuffed to the table and so she could do nothing to resist. The removal of the butt plug had left some poopoo on her rear and I scolded her for not being able to stay clean. I careful cleaned around her back hole, even forcing my baby wipe covered finger part way into her to get her fully cleaned. I had her spread her knees with her feet up to give me open access to her pussy. I could see that it was already damp, and not from pee this time. Her love juices were flowing and it was clear that having her diaper area cleaned was turning her on.

I had the changing table built much like an obstetrical table, in that the part under the lower torso could be lowered out of the way. In addition, I had the table constructed so that it's height could be pneumatically adjusted by a foot pedal, kind of like a barber's chair. Warning her to keep her knees up and spread, I lowered the bottom part of the table and adjusted its height. She immediately reacted with a combination of fear and desire, for those two moves brought her pelvic area to the same level as mine at the same time as it removed any barrier between us.

But I was in no hurry. I took my time playing with my little Mary, running my finger up and down her love valley, each time touching her clit and making her shudder. I spent some time concentrating on rubbing my finger around her love button to the point that she screamed out in a violent orgasm, all the while remembering to keep her knees up and out.

Her position gave me access to both her pussy and her rear entrance and I took the time to lubricate my index finger with her pussy juices before it found its way down her crack to her rear and forced its way in. She was now impaled on my index finger while my thumb played with her clit. Whatever she did, she pressed against my thumb on her clit or my index finger in her ass. The sensations drove her wild and she bucked back and forth as my thumb found the entrance to her love canal and pushed in.

I continued to finger-fuck her front and back for quite a while as it drove her wild and I was sure she was totally embarrassed by her reactions and her inability to control her emotions.

However there is a limit to my control and, finally, leaning with my elbows on the inside of her knees to push them all the way back, I entered her. I was sufficiently well lubricated myself that I entered without any trouble, for I did not enter her love canal but her rear hole, telling her that she had not yet earned a real fucking. The beauty of a rear fucking was that it allowed me release while denying her the satisfaction of feeling me in her pussy where all her nerve endings were crying out for contact.

It did not take me long to come and I withdrew. As I did so, I had some of her poopoo on me and I threatened to make her clean me off with her mouth if she did not properly thank me for fucking her in her rear. I could tell that she still had a hint of rebellion left in her, but eventually she got the words out even if she did not mean them yet.

I took pity on her, something I don't often do, and cleaned myself off before getting dressed. I brought the bottom of the table back into place and raised the table to a convenient changing height.

I rediapered Mary and dressed her in those cute pink rumba panties I loved to see on her cute butt, and we spent the rest of the morning relaxing on the veranda, although I doubt that she did anything but think about her last diaper change. I allowed Mary to put on a tee shirt, but that was all she was allowed to wear to cover her titties and her diapers and panties. The tee shirt did not come any lower than the middle line of ruffles on her panties. Her crotch was on full display and she had to constantly worry about people boating by and seeing her.

While we relaxed I had Mary fix us some mimosas, that is a mixture of orange juice and champagne. Mary seemed to loosen up after a couple of those and we had a good time talking about her love of diapers and how much she missed Ron. She even talked a little bit about how confused she had felt earlier when I had played with her and entered her.

For lunch we had sandwiches and a couple of beers, knowing full where Mary's beers were going. After lunch Mary told me she needed to be changed and that she was afraid she would begin to leak, a fact that I already knew from gauging her liquid consumption.

I led her back into the bedroom and placed her on the changing table. I secured her wrists to the table and removed her diapers. While they were sopping wet, she still had not pooped her diapers. I told her that we would have to remedy that. I secured her ankles to a spreader bar and then affixed a rope from a ceiling pulley to an eye-bolt in the middle of the spreader bar. Pulling on the loose end of the rope, I began to raise her legs -- and eventually her bottom -- off the table. With her legs way up in the air, I lowered the bottom part of the table again. Leaving her hanging like that, I went off to prepare to assist her to poop.

I took a liter and a half of red wine and emptied it into a combination hot water bottle/enema bottle. That is, one that is open on only one end, and that opening can be either stoppered to be used as a hot water bottle or a nozzle can be attached to be used as a enema bag. I attached the enema tube to the bag and then attached a 30 inch high colonic hose to the tube. I put a little K-Y jelly on Mary's bottom hole and began to thread the tube up that entrance that had so recently held my manhood. I could tell that she could feel the hose winding its way up her colon and the look of anticipation on her face told me that she was not used to receiving enemas. When I had the high colonic hose all the way up Mary's butt, I placed the enema bag on the table and lowered her bottom onto it, with her legs still suspended in the air in a "V shape.

Mary had two options. She could relax and let the weight of her body force the enema way up inside her body or she could pull up on her legs, thereby keeping her bottom off the bag. Of course, either way I was standing at the bottom of the table playing with her clit and driving her mad. As she bucked and heaved under my ministrations, she unconsciously pressed on the bag and with each movement forced more enema into her colon. Soon she had received enough wine enema that she no longer cared what was being done to her and she settled down to relax and enjoy it. That, of course, forced the rest of the enema into her. When it was done, I had her lift up a little and took the bag out from under her and held it up for the last few drops to drain into her. Warning her not to let any of the enema drip out, I slowly removed the colon tube and from her moans I knew she could feel it as I it withdrew from her bottom. As soon as it was out, I picked up a greased butt plug that I had nearby and pushed it home. She was securely stoppered and would not be able to expel the enema until I gave her permission.

She was quite a sight, babbling in words that made no sense, apparently feeling no pain from the wine enema, with her legs suspended, spread wide in the air. With her legs spread up in the air the way they were there was no place she could go, and so I released her wrists and told her that I would not let her expel the enema until she played with herself and made herself cum while I watched. She was so high with the wine enema that she couldn't care who was watching as she reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips with her left hand and began to massage her clit with her right. I had a perfect view, looking right at her wide open pussy through her wide-spread legs.

Mary was breathing heavily and I thought she would hyper-ventilate as she brought herself to climax. I was so glad I had no neighbors nearby because her shouts could have awakened the dead. When she was through, I refastened her wrists to the top of the table. She was so lubricated that I could not help myself. I lowered my pants and stepped up to the bottom of the table. My shaft was at just the right angle as I bent through her legs and entered her pussy. I slid right in and she gasped at the invasion. In and out, in and out, I went and there was nothing she could do to stop me. Finally I could feel a climax coming on and I paused as I shot wad after wad of cum into her pussy. I withdrew and went to the head of the table and had her clean me off with her sweet mouth.

Having satisfied myself, I decided it was time to let Mary expel the enema. I placed three nighttime diapers under her and got two pairs of plastic panties ready. I warned her not to lose a drop as I lowered her legs, released them from the spreader bar, and withdrew the butt plug from her bottom. I quickly drew the diapers up between her legs and pinned them tightly around her waist and pulled both pair of plastic panties up over her legs and around her diapers. I released her wrists and she began to grimace with the cramps the enema was bringing on.

Just to be on the safe side, I led Mary out onto the veranda, where any leakage could just be hosed off. If she was not so high on the wine, she would have been embarrassed to be out on the veranda in just very thick diapers and without a top on. We sat out on the veranda as she emptied her bowels into the diapers again and again. As I expected, even three diapers could not hold the effluent, and she began to leak all over. She was just a mess and when she was through I just stripped her diapers off her and hosed her down to clean her off. Naked as she was, I could see her blush spread from her face all the way down to her little titties as I sprayed her as if she were a dirty car.

After she was hosed off, I brought Mary into the bathroom and gave her a bubble bath. Naturally I had to make sure every crevice in her diaper area was clean, and I paid special attention to her little nipples which rose to attention under my touch.

Mary seemed to enjoy the bubble bath and the attention I was paying to her. She even talked about how wonderful her orgasms had been and thought that the wine had heightened them. I knew even as she talked that the wine was still affecting her and making her very talkative, but I could sense a kind of bond developing between us as she came to accept me as her master more and more. I knew that before the weekend was over, we would be making love and that she would be a willing participant in that activity. But for now, it was important that I keep her conscious of her position as my diaper slave.

Chapter 10 : Mary's Story continued

I woke up early on Sunday, dreading what was to be done to me that day. Although I had no idea what David had planned for me, I knew it would not be pleasant. I was sure that he had more embarrassing situations in store for me. I could not help but be continuously aware of the dildo and butt plug inside me secured by the "T" belt locked around my waist and through my legs, and knew that I had not yet experienced David's worst.

During the night I had slept soundly, even dreaming about the events of the prior day, about Ruth and Frank, and my dreams confused me even further. When David first brought me to his cottage, more than anything else I wanted to go back to Ron as soon as possible. I was no longer sure what I wanted.

I lay there quietly, hoping that David would sleep late and give me some peaceful rest. I was wearing a short baby-doll nightie which went to just below my waist and did nothing to cover the humiliating triple diapers and translucent plastic panties that David had forced me to wear during the night. My ankle was still chained to the bed and so, even if I had been able to take my diapers and plastic panties off and get out of the infernal "T" belt, I still could not make it to the bathroom. I was forced to use my diapers for their intended purposes and realized that I had already wet them, apparently without waking, during the night. I wondered if that was just an aftereffect of the catheter or if I might be actually starting to lose control. I tried to remember the last time I had been able to use a toilet, but I really couldn't remember.

I felt David stirring next to me and tried to pretend I was still asleep, but soon I felt his hand snaking up under my baby-doll nightie and fondling my tittie. I had to admit that David was perfectly accurate when he commented on the small size of my breasts. I barely fit into a training bra. I could not help it, but I started to moan under his ministrations and he realized I was awake. After he had his fun he got up and unchained my ankle and told me to fix breakfast.

I asked David to please change me since my diapers were very wet and heavy. He told me that the triple night-time diapers I was wearing would hold whatever I needed to do and that I would have to wait until after breakfast before I was changed. Thus I was forced to waddle around with extra thick diapers showing under my baby-doll nightie while I fixed breakfast for David and myself. I just knew that the translucent plastic panties did nothing to hide the growing yellow stain in my crotch. The butt plug made sure there was no brown stain in the back.

In addition to bacon and eggs and orange juice, David made sure I drank mugs and mugs of black coffee, knowing full well that all those cups of coffee were destined for my diapers. I knew I was getting wetter all the time, but the dildo and T-strap kept me from feeling all that lovely wetness on my pussy. It was very frustrating.

It was a very nice morning and so David decided we should eat breakfast out on the deck, adding to my humiliation by again exposing me in my diapers, plastic panties, and baby-doll nightie for all who passed by to see. As I said, it was a very nice morning and there were many boats out on the lake and they all seemed to pass by close to shore. I think I was blushing continuously.

After breakfast, David had me wash the dishes before he would agree to change me. When I had finished the dishes David led me into the bedroom and lifted me up onto the changing table. By now, I had gotten used to his procedure of fastening my wrists to the top corners of the table and removing my plastic panties before fastening my ankles to the bottom corners of the table. I was past being humiliated by having David change me since there was nothing I could do about it. I simply accepted that if he didn't change me I wouldn't be changed. He removed my soaking wet diapers and reached under me to unlock the "T" belt. As he removed the belt I could feel the dildo moving inside me and realized that David was not just taking it out, but that he was moving it around in me and in and out of me, fucking me with it. He was fucking me with the dildo and, secured to the table as I was, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I have to admit that I was stimulated by what he was doing to me, but in my own defense, it was not as if I wanted him to do it to me. I realized I had no choice, and somehow that allowed me to enjoy the feelings without guilt at getting excited by someone other than Ron.

David then reached under me and grabbed the end of the butt plug and pulled it out with a plop. He held it up in front of my face and I could see and smell my poop on it. David scolded me about holding my poopies in, as if I had a choice with that butt plug in place since I had been changed after dinner the night before. David told me that if I was going to hold back my poopies, he would find a way of helping me do them. I didn't even want to dream about what he meant by that remark.

As usual, David took far more time than necessary to clean my diaper area. I could feel the diaper wipes as they caressed my pussy and rubbed against my clit. I knew that David was stimulating me on purpose, and yet I had no control over my reactions.

David released my ankles and had me spread my knees wide. I could only wonder at the view he had of my pussy. I did know that I was responding to what he was doing to me and that I was all wet and juicy around my pussy. I can't explain it, but I found having David change and clean me was strangely exciting.

I didn't know at the time what was happening, but I later learned that David had the changing table built so that the part of the table that my legs rested on was on a hinge and could be lowered out of the way. David did drop that bottom part out of the way and lowered the height of the table so that my pelvis was even with his. I began to feel mixed emotions. I had no idea what he had in mind for me and I knew that it would be very embarrassing for me, and yet I was strangely anticipating what he might do. He ordered me to keep my knees up and spread and that added to my anticipation, for I knew just how open I must appear to him in that position. There was nothing between my love nest and his male equipment except his clothes. I had no way to stop anything he might intend to do to me. Just that realization seemed to make me more excited.

I could feel him running his finger up and down my love slit. Each time his finger reached the top, it would linger over my love button and send shivers up and down my spine. I tried not to react for fear that would only encourage him and I did not want to do that. Or did I? I couldn't tell what I wanted. I was so confused by the emotions I was feeling. He continued to arouse me until I could resist it no longer and began bucking my hips to meet his fingers and soon erupted in a screaming, violent, and very satisfying orgasm.

As I came down from my orgasm I could feel David's finger moving down my crack and come to rest on my rear entrance. Without any notice, he plunged his finger inside my rear hole. Apparently it was so well lubricated with my pussy juices that it went in easily. No sooner had his finger invaded my butt than I felt his thumb enter my love hole and I was held like a bowling ball. If I tried to push away from his thumb at my front, I further impaled myself on his finger in my rear. If I lifted off that finger, I pressed against the one entering me in front. No matter what I did, I could not get away from him and he drove me wild. I could not control my emotions and was totally embarrassed by my inability to control my reactions. I was really being turned on by what David was doing to me.

But before I could cum again, he withdrew his fingers from me and leaned with his elbows on my knees, pressing my legs up and out and raising my butt off the table. I could feel his manhood touch me and enter me, not as I had expected (and hoped), in my love canal, but in my butt. I could not believe it. It hurt as he entered, but there was something very pleasurable in that pain. He was using me like a dog, butt fucking me, all the while telling me that I had not yet earned a real womanly fucking and that I could expect to be wearing a butt plug frequently so that my rear hole would be as easily penetrated as my pussy. I ached to feel him fuck me properly, in my pussy, but obviously, I was going to be denied that privilege, at least for the time being.

Before I really had a chance to respond to what he was doing to me, I could feel him pulsating in my rear, and he climaxed and soon withdrew from me. It was over so soon that I didn't get any real pleasure out of it. Then, before I knew it he was at my head, waving his cock in my face and I could see my poop on it. He threatened to force me to clean it off with my tongue if I didn't properly thank him for butt fucking me. How could I thank him for the ignominy and embarrassment of what he had done to me? Nonetheless, given the alternative, I finally found the words to say to satisfy him and to keep him from sticking that poopy thing in my mouth.

David left me there telling me to keep my legs up and spread wide while he cleaned himself off and dressed. He then cleaned me again and re-diapered me quite thickly and put those cute pink plastic rumba panties on me. David allowed me to put on a tee shirt which came no lower than the middle line on ruffles on my panties. I noticed as I walked that I had a very pleasant little ache in my bottom, and the soft, thick diapers felt exquisitely nice against my pussy. We went out onto the deck and I was keenly aware that my crotch and butt were on display to all who passed by in their boats. Maybe it was just me, but people seemed to always be driving their boats back and forth in front of David's cottage and looking at me.

David told me to fix some mimosas for us. I wasn't sure what they were, but David told me they were just a mixture of champagne and orange juice. They tasted lovely. David told me to sit with my legs apart and my diapered crotch facing toward the lake front. He sat off to the side but also facing me, so that he could watch for the yellow stain that we both knew would soon appear in my diapers. We sat there on the deck and chatted most of the morning, small talk mostly. David drew me out to talk about my growing love of diapers and how much I missed Ron. I really missed Ron, and yet I really got excited when David played with me and entered me, even though it was in my rear. I was very confused by my own emotions. How could I love Ron so much and still be increasingly turned on by David and what he was doing to me? I found myself beginning to look forward to the rest of this strange weekend.

For lunch, we had sandwiches and a couple of beers, and both of us knew where my beers were headed, straight into my diapers. I hardly seemed to notice when I was wetting anymore. After lunch I asked David to change me because I was afraid I would start to leak. David led me back to the bedroom and placed me on the changing table. He secured my wrists to the top of the table, but curiously did nothing to restrain my ankles, not that I could do anything with my wrists cuffed.

David removed my diapers which were sopping wet and commented that I still had not yet pooped in them. Although I really had needed to do a BM and I was becoming more willing to try to please David, I just could not bring myself to mess in my diapers. That would be the height of embarrassment for me. David told me that we would have to remedy my refusal to poop in my diapers. I had no idea what he meant or what he was going to do me, but I knew two things: I would not like it and I could do nothing about it.

Before I knew what he was doing, my ankles were affixed to the two ends of a bar about three feet long. This stretched my legs out and prevented me from closing them or protecting what I used to think of as my private areas. In fact, I was now beginning to think of it as my diaper area, but now it was spread wide open for him to see and to do what he wanted. I found myself accepting his right to do as he wished there.

The next thing I knew David had attached a rope from a pulley on the ceiling to an eye bolt in the middle of the bar. He pulled on the other end of the rope and I could feel my legs being lifted off the table. Some more pulling of the rope and eventually my entire butt and my lower back were off the table and my butt was swinging in the air. He apparently tied the rope off, because I was left hanging that way while he again lowered the bottom of the table and left me. I could tell not only that my legs were spread wide apart, but that my position opened my pussy lips and I could feel the air caressing my pussy. I began to get juicy just thinking about how David could do whatever he wished with me in that position.

When David returned I realized what he intended to do to me. He had a bulging hot water bottle with a hose running out of it. It was a combination hot water bottle and enema bag and it had a long hose running out of it. Part of the hose was white and had a clamp on it, and the other part was brownish, was about three feet long, and connected to the end of the white hose. I had never had an enema in my life, and I shuddered at the thought of that hose going way up inside me, and yet I had no way to prevent what David was about to do to me.

David approached the bottom of the table and I could feel his finger at my rear hole. It slipped easily inside me and I could tell he was lubricating me back there. His finger slipped out and I could feel a gentle push as the tube slid inside me. I could feel the motion continue until almost the whole of the brownish tube was inside me. I later learned that the tube was called a colonic tube and that it really did reach way up inside my colon. I was not sure what to expect never having had an enema before, and I was caught in paradoxical feelings of excitement, fear, anticipation, and embarrassment.

The next thing David did really surprised me. He placed the enema bag on the bottom of the table and then lowered the spreader bar so that my lower back rested on the enema bag and my weight pushed the enema up inside me. If I pulled up on my legs I could stop the enema flow, but this, in effect, raised my pussy in an offering to whatever David wanted to do to it. He began to play with my clit and when I pulled away from him, I pushed more enema into my insides. It was also tough on my legs to keep my back raised off the table and the enema bag, and so I soon gave in to the inevitable and just relaxed, allowing my full weight to send a stream of liquid up my bum, and allowing David to do as he wished with my pussy.

I had no idea why, but I was becoming light headed and stopped caring what David was doing to me. Indeed, I just relaxed and enjoyed the mostly pleasant sensations I was experiencing. I seemed to be getting high. Soon I had received the whole enema and David raised the bag into the air to allow the final drops to run up into my colon. David warned me not to let any of the enema out, and I couldn't believe my reply. I just said, "Whatever you say, Master." I felt really tipsy and David told me that he had given me a wine enema, a full liter and a half of wine. I get tipsy on a couple of beers or glasses of wine, and he had given me a liter and a half.

David slowly withdrew the colon tube and I could feel it as it backed down my insides. No sooner did I feel the tube come out of me than I felt David jam a butt plug into me. There was nothing I could do to expel the enema until David removed the plug. But in fact, I really did not care what he did to me. I trusted David to take care of me and do what was best for me. I tried to tell David how much I was enjoying what he was doing to me and that I would do whatever he said, but I'm afraid my words were somewhat garbled by the wine.

David released my wrists from the table and told me that I would not be able to void the enema until I had masturbated and cum while he watched. He stood at the bottom of the table and just watched me. With my legs spread wide and hoisted in the air, there was nothing I could do but what he commanded me. And frankly, the way I felt, the whole world could have been watching for all I cared. I spread my pussy lips, dipped my fingers in my love canal for some fresh lubrication, and began massaging my clit. I could see David at the end of the table, watching what I was doing. I must have been quite a sight, with my pussy and butt bouncing around in the air as I brought myself to a loud and boisterous climax. I would have kept on going, I was hot and aching for more than one orgasm, but David stopped me.

David obviously was turned on by what he saw and he refastened my wrists to the top of the table and then lowered the table. He lowered his pants and bent over me. I could feel him enter my pussy through my spread legs and gasped at the invasion. He felt huge and wonderful. I could see and feel him bucking up and down and plunging inside me. He lasted longer than he had inside my bum earlier, but it wasn't very long before he climaxed and withdrew from me. I didn't get another orgasm myself although I was on the verge. The next thing I knew David was at the top of the table and made me clean his cock off with my mouth. I was so hot I really tried to get him hard again, but to no avail.

When David realized there would be no "second coming", he brought the bottom of the table back up into it's regular position and raised the table back up to changing height. He placed three very thick nighttime diapers under me and, warning me not to loose a drop of the enema, he pulled the butt plug out of my bottom. I am sure some of the enema leaked out but David said nothing. I tried very hard to hold it in, it felt so good inside me. He quickly pinned the diapers around my waist and put two pairs of plastic panties on me. He released my wrists from the table and helped me off the table. That action jiggled the enema around inside me and for the first time I felt some cramps and discomfort as it began to knock at my back door and seek release.

David led me out onto the deck dressed just in my very thick diapers and plastic panties. I was so concentrating on trying to hold the enema that I knew would soon be filling my diapers, and also still feeling the effects of the wine, that I did not even realize that I was naked from the waist up, not that my titties are anything to look at. I was beyond caring what anyone saw or thought.

David sat down and just watched me as I struggled with control, and then suddenly lost all of it. I expelled the enema, trying to hold it back as well as I could, but of course having to give in to the inevitable. Again and again, I felt the enema gush out of me. Every once in a while, I would feel a little plug of my poop block the exit and then it would give way like a dam breaking, and the enema would gush out again. The feel of all that warm. messy liquid spreading rapidly throughout my diapers was quite exciting and the feeling of relief at releasing all that pressure was rather amazing.

Even three extra thick nighttime diapers were not enough to hold it all in and I began to leak down my legs and over the deck. David would not let me sit down because I was leaking and I could see boaters going up and down the shoreline in front of his cottage, just looking at me. I suddenly realized what I was doing in front of all those strangers, and my sense of embarrassment and humiliation returned with a vengeance. I blushed crimson and I was crying with shame, when I begged David to have pity on me and end my humiliation. Instead he waited until he was sure I was finished expelling the wine enema and then added to my humiliation by stripping my diapers off right out there on the deck and using a common garden hose with cold water to clean me off. He had me turn around so that he could clean me all over, pointing the spray particularly at my pussy and rear. I know that I blushed from the top of my head right down to my toes despite the cold water's chilling effects.

After he had sprayed me all over, David led me into the bathroom and gave me a truly luxuriant and wonderful bubble bath. I can't tell you the feelings I felt as he cleaned me all over, paying special but very gentle attention to every nook and cranny of my pussy and running his finger into my rear hole again and again. He also paid special attention to my nipples and very gently washed my face. His touch was very caring and almost magical, and I suddenly knew that I could trust him with my very life. David knew just what I needed to feel comfortable again. That, combined with all of the sexual excitement and satisfaction he had provided for me, made me think that it could be very nice indeed to become a full-time diapergirl, and I felt so honored that he was taking the time to teach me every aspect of what that might entail.

I knew that I was talking too much and that, in part, the wine had loosened my tongue, but I could not help telling him how appreciative I was, how I wanted him to keep me in diapers, and how I would do anything he wanted. After all, he was my master.

Chapter 11 : David's Story continued

After her bath, I dried Mary off with a soft terry cloth towel. I particularly paid attention to her little titties and ran the towel between her legs more often than was really necessary. Her gyrating hips told me that she was still hot and wanted release. She would not get that desired release just yet.

When her bath was over, I decided it was time for Mary to learn another lesson in respect for me. I told her that any time I did anything for her, or allowed her to do anything for me, she was to thank me. After giving her a bath, she was to thank me. When I changed her diaper, she was to thank me. If I allowed her to suck me, she was to thank me for the privilege. If I condescended to fuck her, front or back, she was to thank me.

She is a fast learner, given the right incentives, and immediately thanked me for giving her a bath and for paying special attention to her titties and between her legs when drying her off. She knew better than to ask what was to come next.

I brought her over to the bed and, after putting a rubber sheet on the bed and telling Mary that I could not trust her not to wet when she was not wearing diapers, I gently placed her on it. I put fur-lined leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and had her get up on her hands and knees and spread her knees so that her pussy and butt were openly exposed. I then told her to put her head down on the bed and stretch her hands down toward her ankles. I secured her in that position by locking her right wrist to her right ankle and her left wrist to her left ankle. To make sure she kept her knees spread, I placed a spreader bar between her ankles, leaving her helpless to close her legs.

She was quite a sight on the bed with her butt up in the air and helpless to stop me from doing anything I wanted to do to her. I ran my hands over her curvaceous body, down her back and sides and over her backside, and down the inside of her thighs and calves, just to remind her that I could do with her whatever I wanted to. I paid particular attention to her butt, waving high up in the air, and to her wide open pussy, running my fingers up and down her slit. I watched her gyrate her hips, half in an attempt to avoid my ministrations, and half in response to them. To add to her anxiety I put a blindfold on her so she would have no idea what I was going to do to her. I then stripped naked but would not answer her questions about what I intended to do. She kept pleading with me to tell her what was going to happen to her and I knew that she felt so very vulnerable in that position. I said nothing so she could not even tell where I was in the room.

She shifted about as best as she could and it was obvious she was getting anxious about what was in store for her. I gave her a few spanks on her rear, just enough to redden her butt, but not enough to do any damage or inflict much pain other than the humiliation of being spanked butt naked in her position. I noticed as I spanked her, that she was leaking on the bed and I scolded her for that. I wanted to let her know who was boss, as if she was not aware of that in her position.

I waited and the silence seemed very uncomfortable for her as she shifted about in her very vulnerable position. Finally she apologized for wetting my bed and she thanked me for spanking her and for taking the time to correct her for questioning my will. There was a short pause, and then she added that she seemed to be becoming so used to being kept in diapers that perhaps I ought to make provision for leaks whenever I chose to deprive her of their protection.

It seemed to me that I was well on the way to accomplishing my aim of making Mary into a proper, subservient, diaperslave, intent on fulfilling nothing but her masters pleasures and desires. I noticed that she did expect to be kept in diapers all the time and that she was concerned about causing a mess whenever she was kept out of them for any period of time. I decided to give her a hint of what was in store for her for the rest of her life by telling her that when she finally came to the realization that she *belongs* in diapers (and that day will come), she should tell me that she knows she is "a wet and messy little diaperslave" who gets horny every time she wets herself and that she should beg me for the "privilege of being diapered" at anytime I have no other use for her pussy or "asshole". I told her that I expected her specifically to tell me (1) that she belongs in diapers; (2) that she is a wet and messy little diaperslave; (3) that it is a privilege to be diapered; and (4) that she wants to be diapered anytime that I had no other use for her pussy or asshole, and that I expected her to refer to her rear opening as her "asshole."

Mary did not respond verbally to my statement, but I could tell she was thinking long and hard about what she had been told and what her future looked like.

I spread her changing pad and two thick prefold diapers under her dripping pussy, then informed her that those would be the diapers I would change her into next, no matter what she did in them before I put them on her.

I began to run my thumb up and down her pussy, letting it linger over her love button, but also allowing it to become lubricated. I could tell it was exciting her by the way her hips moved back and forth and by the increasing heaviness and frequency of her breathing. When she began to pant I slid my thumb up her crack and impaled it into her rear hole. She tried to pull away at the suddenness of the intrusion but there was nothing she could do.

I left my thumb nestled in her rear while I began to massage her pussy with my index finger. The combination of feeling my thumb in her rear and my other finger massaging her pussy began her cycle toward orgasm once again. Before she could respond all the way, I sank my index finger into her cunt and began to finger fuck her in both holes. There was no way she could avoid what I was doing to her and it was driving her mad. I could tell from her rantings that she was coming to orgasm and that she was loving every minute of what I was doing to her.

After she came, heaving, writhing, and screaming her pleasure, and again leaking on her diapers, she thanked me for finger fucking her and for letting her come to orgasm.

Looking at her in her position, I decided to give her a thorough examination. From my dresser drawer I took out a metal speculum. I did not need any lubrication since she was hot and leaking pussy juices all over my bed already. I came up behind her and put it in her pussy. She jerked somewhat at the intrusion, not knowing what it was that was invading her most private spot. I increased the diameter of the speculum up and spread her pussy lips wide. I then stuck my fingers in and massaged the inside of her pussy walls. As she wiggled her butt back and forth in the air in response to my stimulation, I began to get hot myself. I finished my inspection and withdrew the speculum from her pussy lips and after lubricating it some more I inserted it in her butt. I opened it wide to stretch her bung hole and then spread the inside ends to keep her from expelling it. I could tell she was uncomfortable by the way she moved her butt in the air, almost as if trying to expel the invader. But she could not. I then inspected the inside of her rose bud, moving my finger around and stimulating the tender flesh of her rectum. I opened the speculum even further and slipped a finger shaped dildo into her through the opening created by the speculum. I moved the dildo in and out, rubbing it against the wall of her rectum, and brought her to the edge of orgasm (but not quite). At that point I withdrew the dildo. With the speculum still in place, I began rubbing my cock up and down her ass crack, teasing her as my cock got closer and closer to her rear opening. I played with her with my cock, again without giving her release. I know she thought the speculum was open wide enough for me to enter her through it.

With her butt still wiggling up in the air, and the speculum still sticking out of her butt, I moved around and sat on the bed in front of her. I lifted her head up and allowed her to sit back on her haunches, her wrists still locked to her ankles. Her pussy was just inches away from the diaper that would soon encase her loins and she was dripping all over it. I told her she would not be released or diapered until she had cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue and sucked me until I came. I warned her not to lose a drop of my cum or she would be sorry.

She brought her head down on me and began to run her tongue over my balls. I gasped as she opened her mouth wide and gently took my balls, one at a time, into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue. She then proceeded to take my entire cock into her mouth and run her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. Her saliva began to run down my cock as she began to suck hard and fast and my male equipment began to pulse with excitement.

I came in great gobs and she quickly began swallowing everything so as not to let any of my juices drop from her lips. When she had finished cleaning me off, I got up and lowered her head back onto the bed, thereby raising her butt back up into the air.

She thanked me profusely for the privilege of allowing her to suck me off and begged me to please diaper her because she felt so naked with her butt up in the air and no diaper on. She also told me that she was embarrassed to have me see her leaking all over her diaper and not being able to control her wetting.

Without getting dressed, I began to diaper her leaving the speculum wide open inside her butt. With the speculum in place, I knew she would not be able to sit down and also that she would have no control over her rear sphincter muscle and thus would have no control over messing her diaper. I told her that I expected her to mess her diapers before bedtime or suffer the consequences. For plastic panties, I used snap on ones for easy access and because they were the only kind I could put on her the way she was bound.

I got dressed and left her as she was, blindfolded and diapered with the speculum in her rear and her plastic-pantied butt swinging in the air, as I went down to the kitchen to fix our supper. I was determined that my little Mary was going to have the necessary impetus to use her diapers for all their intended purposes, and so I cooked up some Chinese food, sweet and sour pork with lots of rice, and lots of tea. The rice would give bulk to her poopies and the tea would make sure her diapers were wet.

When I had finished preparing our supper I took the blindfold off and released her, but would allow her to wear nothing but her diapers and plastic panties to supper. I left the cuffs on her to remind her that she was a diaper slave and required to do whatever I commanded or suffer punishment (although I sensed that she was enjoying her "punishments" too much and that I might have to devise more embarrassing ones if they were going to be effective). I am sure that her subservient state kept going through her mind as we went out on the deck to eat supper quietly. I sat and she stood eating supper while balancing her plate on the hand rail and acutely aware, both of the speculum in her rear and of the boaters going by on the lake. By now, our neighbors were regularly boating by just to see what was happening.

After we finished supper and she had thanked me suitably, we read for a while. I had gotten some stories off the internet about diaper slaves and I had her read them to me. I could tell from the blush that was spreading down to her titties, and an occasional catch in her breath, that the stories were getting to her. Although I was sure she was wet from reading the stories, I would not change her until she was messy and ready for bed. As she was reading I could tell she was straining but I could not tell whether she was straining to mess her diapers because of my threats, or she was trying, without any success to hold it in. In any event, I could soon tell by the odor that she had certainly messed her diapers. When I felt she had read enough I told her it was time for bed and she followed me in to the bedroom and I lifted her onto the changing table.

I removed her messy stinky diapers and removed the speculum. I thought about dropping her messy diapers over her face, but decided to leave that for another day. I wiped her clean with baby wipes and made sure that she was very clean, paying special attention to her rear opening and her pussy. Ron had sent along some special diapers with elastic along the leg openings and I put these on her. The elastic was designed to allow the diapers to be stretched away from her legs and to allow access to her diaper area. She was aware of the kind of diapers I had put on her and knew that they were designed to give unhindered access to her private areas. I put another pair of snap on plastic panties on her before I lifted her off the table and carried her over to the bed. I knew that she was very uncomfortable about having to mess her diapers by the profuse way she thanked me for cleaning her off and changing her diapers. Her appreciation was more than I had expected of her at this stage of her training and, honestly, I was impressed by her progress.

I laid her on her back, and she immediately spread-eagled herself, apparently anticipating and accepting the fact that she would be bound for the night. I fastened her wrist cuffs to the bedposts at the head of the bed and her ankle cuffs to the posts at the foot of the bed. She lay there spread out and defenseless, smiling invitingly, and waiting for what was to come next.

I took off my clothes and climbed in next to her. I reached over and unfastened the left side of her plastic panties and slid her diapers out of the way. I manually manipulated her clitty for a while until she was really hot and dripping. I then told her to beg me to bring her to climax, to put my prick into her cunt and to fuck her (I told her to use those words). I know it was one of the hardest things for her to do, to beg a man to fuck her, but I also knew that she would do whatever she had to do to get me to fuck her. Her eyes told me that she was horny as hell and was quickly becoming a nymphomaniac. I told her that I thought she was becoming sex-crazed and that if she wanted to be fucked she would have to beg. With beet red coloring growing all over her face and down to her titties (for she was still wearing nothing but her diapers and plastic panties) she choked out the required words: "Please," she said, "put your prick in my cunt and fuck me." I realized that as she said what she had been commanded to say, the words were difficult for her to say, but the emphasis she placed on the word "fuck" and the look in her eyes as she said it, showed that her desire was overwhelming.

Needing no further invitation, and knowing how hot and wet she already was, I slid my member into her pussy and began to work it up and down slowly. Up and down, in and out. I could hear her begging me, "Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. Don't stop, don't stop." I told her that she was a diaperslut and that she could not be satisfied without wetting herself and then getting a man's prick in her dripping pussy. She was so hot that it was not long before she was shouting incomprehensively in the throes of orgasm, wetting herself again and making herself so lubricous that I also came very shortly thereafter. I then slumped down covering her delicious body with mine, my prick still in her wet pussy, my nipples being stimulated by her titties, and gave her a long, lingering French kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth and meeting very little resistance in doing so. Soon she was reciprocating more than she would care to verbally admit, I suspect.

When I was finished she surprised me by thanking me with obvious honesty, "Oh, that was soooo good -- Thank you for fucking me -- I loved it! And thank you so much for the lovely kissing! It really lets me know you care!" I pulled her diapers back into place. I snuggled up beside her and placed my cock inside her diapers and emptied my bladder into her diapers. I thought that she would take that as another embarrassment and humiliation, but she really stunned me with an enthusiastic "Oh! That feels so hot, exciting, and lovely! Thank you! You really know how to please me!" I had to wait a minute for her to stop squirming with pleasure before I snapped up her plastic panties, allowing her to spend the night in her wet diapers, sticky with her own juices -- and my piss and cum. I put out the light and I'm sure she would have cuddled right up to me, had she had the freedom to do so. As my hand came down, resting across her chest, cupping her right tittie, she moaned with pleasure. Monday, the last day of the holiday weekend, would be another big day, and probably the most embarrassing for my darling, and she would need her rest. However, I was also becoming very fond of this little wet diapergirl who so obviously enjoyed so much of what I had originally thought would be pure humiliation. Tomorrow was definitely going to be exciting for both of us.

Chapter 12 : Mary's Story continued

David took much longer than needed to dry me off after my bath. And it felt lovely to have him rubbing my titties with the towel and when he dried me off between my legs, it almost drove me wild. He was teasing me and he was good at it, and also, the attention that he paid to me and to my body made me feel important, I mean I felt that I was becoming really important to him. And that he was spending so much time and energy helping me become a proper diapergirl because that is what he truly wanted me to be. I was beginning to understand that a diapergirl was not just a girl who wears diapers, but a girl who wears them out of devotion to someone else, and I was beginning to feel that devotion for David.

After my bath, David began another aspect of my training. He told me that he expected me to thank him anytime he did anything for me, like giving me a bath or changing my diaper or feeding me. I could understand that. After all, when he did those things he was going out of his way to make me comfortable and it would be rude not to thank him. But he also told me that I was to thank him anytime that he allowed me to do anything to him, like suck him off or to take his great big cock in my love hole or in my rear hole. I had trouble accepting this until he explained that when he allowed me to suck him, or when he chose to fuck me, he was giving me the privilege of demonstrating my obedience to him, and that it was all part of my training to become the best diapergirl ever. It was then that I really realized that all that was happening to me that weekend was for my benefit and I was overcome with gratitude toward David. I yearned for the day when I would be able to demonstrate my complete surrender to his will.

I thanked David profusely for giving me the bath and for taking the time to make sure I was thoroughly dried off. I thanked him for paying special attention to my little titties and to what I was fast coming to understand was my diaper area. What really surprised me was that I actually did feel grateful to him for all he was doing for me.

After he had thoroughly dried me off, I expected David to place me on the changing table and to put me in the diapers and plastic panties that I was beginning to feel were where I really belonged. Instead he brought me over to the bed, still naked, and after he had placed a rubber sheet on the bed (explaining that he could not trust me not to wet when I was not wearing diapers), he began to put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He was gentle and kind as he did so and the cuffs that he used were not the hard metal ones, but leather fur-lined individual cuffs for each wrist and ankle. He then told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees and I knew that this position would leave my butt very vulnerable, but I understood I must obey him. He had me spread my knees on the bed and I knew that now both my butt and my pussy were wide open for whatever he had in mind. My pussy lips began to swell and I could feel myself getting hot and moist, without even knowing what he was up to.

To add to my helplessness, David had me put my head down on the bed, leaving my butt and pussy way up and exposed in the air, and had me stretch my arms down my sides to my ankles. He then cuffed my wrists to my ankles, assuring that I would stay in his designated position. To make sure that my legs would remain spread, he fastened a spreader bar between my ankles.

I knew then that I was totally helpless to stop him from doing anything in the world that he wanted to do to me, and yet I trusted him, that anything he would do to me would be for the purpose of making me a better diapergirl, and would also probably be very exciting.

I could feel him running his hands down my body, down my back and sides. His hands lingered over my backside, caressing and fondling me. He seemed to pay particular attention to my butt and pussy, running his fingers up and down my crack and pussy. My body's first inclination was to flinch from his touch, but positioned the way I was, I realized that moving my butt and pussy only increased the feelings I was experiencing. And I had to acknowledge that what he was doing to me felt good. When his hands slid down over my inner thighs and down to my calves I knew I was totally at his mercy, every inch of my body was at his disposal. I desperately wanted to be able to fully accept the reward of his touch wherever and whenever he chose to provide it.

I was just getting comfortable and enjoying what he was doing to me when he increased my anxiety level considerably. He put a blindfold on me, preventing me from seeing what he was going to do to me, and that worried me. Not that I did not trust him, you understand, but like going to the dentist, I knew that what was good for me might hurt, and would probably embarrass and humiliate me. In my uncertainty, I pleaded with him to tell me what he was going to do to me, but he kept silent. He refused to even speak to me and this added to my apprehension. I could tell neither what he was getting ready to do to me, nor even where he was in the room, if he was still there.

Without any warning, I felt his open hand hit me on the butt, and again, and again. He was spanking me like some little errant child. And with my naked butt hanging up in the air, I made a perfect target and could do nothing to avoid the spanks that were raining down on my butt. To add to my embarrassment, I know I was getting wet in my pussy from the excitement, and in my excitement, I could feel myself losing control and wetting the bed. Fortunately, David had planned for this eventuality and had placed the rubber sheet on the bed.

David pointed out my leaking in an "I told you so" kind of voice, and I felt like a little child who had just wet her pants. I was so embarrassed at my lack of control and I was surprised to learn that I could no longer expect not to wet when I was not wearing diapers. I began to think that I might need to wear diapers for the rest of my life. And yet, that idea intrigued me. I certainly enjoyed the all the feelings of being diapered and wetting myself, but I hadn't ever thought of the possibility of being permanently diapered before. For some reason, the idea got me even hotter while the spanks continued to inflame my bottom. I seemed to be sobbing both from the pain and from a longing to be put back in my nice soft, secure, and comfy diapers.

When David stopped, my butt felt sore, but not so much so that I felt intense pain although I had tears in my eyes, and I knew that he had gone easy on me. It did not take long after he stopped for me to realize that he was waiting for me to thank him, and I did so, apologizing profusely for wetting the bed and telling him that I really appreciated the fact that he had taken the time to spank me like a little girl and to correct me. I assumed that I had done something wrong to deserve that spanking, although I could not figure out what it was. But then I began to realize that David had spanked my naked butt for several purposes. He was deliberately embarrassing me, making me humble, and teaching me that I must accept his will, his touch, and anything he chose to do to me without question. I wondered how many more spankings I would need before I learned all that I must in order to completely please the man who I knew was becoming my master in every sense.

I don't know what got into me, but I began to share my thoughts and concerns about my leaking and suggested (how bold of me to suggest anything) that David take precautions whenever I was not wearing diapers.

David told me that I did not know the half of it. He told me that I someday I would realize that I belonged in diapers and that when I came to that realization I should tell him that I am "a wet and messy diaperslave" (he told me to use those exact words) who gets horny every time I wet myself and I should beg him for the "privilege of being diapered" at anytime he has no other use for my pussy or "asshole". He told me that he expected me specifically to tell him (1) that I belong in diapers; (2) that I am a wet and messy little diaperslave; (3) that it is a privilege for me to be diapered; and (4) that I *want* to be diapered anytime that David has no other use for my pussy or asshole, and (5) that he expects me to always refer to my rear opening as my "asshole."

I was shocked at what he was telling me and fought against believing that I could ever say such things. And yet, at the same time, my pussy became very hot and began drooling, and deep down inside myself I knew he was right and that eventually I would have to acknowledge that I was in fact a wet and messy diaperslave who needed constant diapering 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I think I already wanted to acknowledge that need, but I couldn't make myself voice the words at the moment.

David told me he was laying a changing pad between my spread knees and placing two thick pre-fold diapers on it. He told me that he was going to pin those diapers on me no matter what I did in them before he put them on me.

Suddenly I was brought out of my reflective mood when I felt his hand at my pussy and I realized that he was running his finger up and down my love slit, stopping occasionally to excite my love button. In my position, I could not get away from his hand and moving my butt, my "asshole" as he called it, in the air only increased the sensations I was feeling. I knew I was responding to what he was doing to me and becoming even wetter down there, or in my position I probably should say "up there," but I had less control over that than over my wetting. He continued to massage my love button and I continued to respond. I could feel the level of excitement rise in me and I began to thrash my hips around and pant out loud. I was hoping he would bring me to climax, but I realized that whether I climaxed or not was his choice, not mine.

I could feel his hand or finger, I was not sure which, slide up my crack, and all of a sudden I realized it was his finger as he impaled me on it in my rear hole. I began to pull away, but with my legs spread wide and my wrists cuffed to my ankles, I realized there was nothing I could do to stop him, and I also began to recognize that I was enjoying the very idea of being "violated". I finally realized that it was his thumb stuck in my butt when I felt another of his fingers back massaging my clit. Before I knew what he was doing, he had sunk one of his fingers in my love canal and was finger fucking me front and rear. My mind wanted me not to respond, but my body was out of control and soon was bucking back and forth as much as my position and bondage would let me. I screamed as he brought me to orgasm and I know I leaked all over those diapers between my knees, diapers which would soon caress my very private areas.

When I had gathered myself together and come down off the high, I thanked David for finger fucking me and for allowing me the privilege of having an orgasm.

While I was bubbling over in thanks to David, I could sense him moving about the room, moving away from me, doing something, and then coming back near me. I could sense his presence near me and it was exciting, not knowing what he was going to do to me next, but knowing that whatever it would be, it would be for my own good.

I could feel him come up behind me, open and exposed as I was, and could feel something touching my pussy. All of a sudden, I was being violated, he was pushing something hard and cold into my pussy and I had no idea what it was. I could feel my pussy being opened wide and realized that he had inserted some kind of dilating device into me and he was stretching my pussy lips wide. I could feel his fingers inside the device and massaging the inner walls of my pussy and it felt kind of funny without feeling his touch anywhere but inside me. I know that I wiggled my butt back and forth in the air in response to the stimulation I was receiving and I guess that excited David because I could hear him panting a little. As he withdrew the device from my pussy I recognized the feeling and realized that he had been examining me with a speculum.

He rubbed the speculum up and down my love slit and I could not understand what he was doing until, all of a sudden, I could feel him pushing it into my rear hole. He had been lubricating it with my pussy juices to make it's entrance into my rear hole easier. And, although there was a little pain, it seemed I was becoming used to being penetrated back there.

I could feel him spreading my bumhole wide with the speculum and then felt the tongues of the speculum open wide inside me, making it impossible for me to expel the instrument, no matter how hard I tried. I was very uncomfortable with my butt sticking high up in the air and a speculum impaled in me spread so wide I could not get it out no matter how hard I tried. I stopped trying when I realized that in my efforts to expel the speculum, I might expel something else instead, and David had already warned me that whatever I did on those diapers between my knees, I would be wearing in them.

I could feel David's finger enter into me through the speculum and feel him gently touch the very sensitive insides of my rectum. It felt deliciously wonderful and exciting. I could feel the speculum spreading my rosebud open even further and then I felt David insert something through the speculum, and I realized that something was a dildo. He was butt-fucking me with a dildo through the opening created by the speculum. My hips began to gyrate and I am embarrassed to confess that I got really turned on by what David was doing to me. I started to moan and groan and beg him to fuck me. I thought that maybe I'd actually be able to achieve orgasm with him in my rear. He withdrew the dildo, leaving the speculum in place, stretching my little bung-hole to its utmost.

The next sensation I felt was his cock rubbing up and down my crack. By this time I had felt his cock enough times to identify it, even while blindfolded. He kept running his cock up and down my crack, edging ever closer to my rear entrance. I know the speculum was holding my rear hole open wide enough for him to enter through the speculum and I just waited, holding my breath, waiting for him to enter me back there. I wanted it *so* much. I was thrashing around, at least as much as I could considering the position I was in, and he would bring me to the brink of orgasm and then stop until I calmed down, then bring me up to the brink again and stop again. He was driving me wild, I can't remember ever being so horny. I wanted David so much, anyway I could get him and, at the moment, especially in my rear.

David finally had enough of this game and I could feel him getting off the bed behind me, only to feel him sitting on the bed in front of me. He lifted my head and helped me to sit back on my haunches, my wrists still locked to my ankles and the spreader bar still between my ankles. From all the attention my pussy and my rear hole had been getting, I knew I was dripping rather heavily on the diapers under my pussy. And I knew that at some point I would be wearing those diapers. Despite my disappointment at his ceasing to pleasure me, I remembered to thank him for the pleasure and excitement he had provided.

David was now sitting on the bed directly in front of me and he told me that I would not be released from my position or rediapered until I had cleaned off his cock and balls with my mouth and had sucked him until he came. He warned me not to lose a drop of his fluids of I would suffer dire consequences. Since I was under his absolute control I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to, but I felt anxious to show him my growing feelings of pride in my submission to him.

I brought my head down into his lap and began to run my tongue over his hairy balls. I had shaved my pussy for Ron, but obviously David still had all his genital hair. Anyway I kept running my tongue all over his balls and I could hear him begin to moan and breathe heavier. I opened my mouth wide and as gently as I could, having no hands to help me, I sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth. Each time I did that I could hear him gasp with pleasure and I knew that I was pleasing my master. When I had given his balls a complete lavage, I took his now fully erect cock in my mouth and began to run my lips and tongue up and down its length. The taste of him was exciting, and I could feel myself drooling and knew that my saliva was running down his shaft and onto his balls. I could feel him throbbing and I just sucked and licked with greater fervor. I wanted to please David so much.

Soon I could feel his cock pulsating and I could feel gobs and gobs of his cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, mindful of David's warning not to lose a drop of his fluids. I think I was successful because David did not punish me, but rather lowered my head back to the bed and made me stick my butt up in the air again.

I sort of expected him to thank me, or at least comment on my performance, but he was silent. Then I remembered my newest lesson, and I thanked David for all that he had done to me, for bringing me almost to climax, and for allowing me to suck him off and swallow his juices -- and I meant every word of it. I was totally dependant on David and I trusted him with my very body -- to do with it whatever he thought was best for my training as his diapergirl.

I don't know what got into me, but I continued on babbling about how embarrassed I was for him to see me leaking all over my diapers and how it seemed that I could not control my wetting. I might even have said something about wanting him to diaper me.

I could feel David bringing those diapers, on which I had leaked so profusely, up between my legs. I knew better than to question David's actions, but he had left the speculum embedded in my rear end and I knew I would have no control over my bowel movements with that device keeping my rear opening wide open. Even so, David brought the two thick pre-fold diapers up and over the speculum and pinned me into them. He confirmed my worst fears by telling me that he expected me to mess in my diapers before bedtime or suffer the consequences. I had no desire to find out what he meant by that. For plastic panties, he put the snap-on variety on me, since there was no way he could slip regular plastic panties over my legs, which were still separated by the spreader bar.

He left me and I had no idea how long I was to be left with my diapered, plastic pantied butt sticking up in the air and with that damned speculum still embedded in me. My mind wandered back over some of the things David had told me. I thought about becoming his diapergirl. The thoughts didn't scare me, but rather excited me. Then, I had some very uneasy thoughts about Ron, and how I could possibly explain to him that he no longer seemed strong and dominant enough to be the master I needed.

Those thoughts quickly disappeared when I found myself wetting again, with no conscious effort at all. And this time was different, because in my bound position my pee soaked into and ran down in my diapers and across my tummy. That was excitingly different and delicious feeling, and I began wondering what other new ways of becoming wet I would discover with David's continued dominance. There was no question in my mind at all that I loved being kept in diapers and that I wanted David to make me his "diapergirl", but the word "diaperslave" was still pretty scary.

It seemed like forever, but probably wasn't more than an hour, before David came back into the room and took off my blindfold. He told me that supper was ready and that I was not permitted to wear anything other than my diapers and plastic panties to supper. He took off the spreader bar and unattached my wrists from my ankles, but left the leather fur-lined cuffs on my wrists and ankles to remind me of my servitude and my status as his diaperslave. He reminded me that I was required to do everything he commanded or suffer the consequences and I found myself toying with the idea of disobeying him just to find out what those consequences might be. For some reason that I cannot understand, I got a much bigger thrill out of being embarrassed and humiliated in front of David or other people as long as *he* was in charge of me.

David brought me out to the deck to eat supper, knowing that I could not possibly sit down with that speculum in my rear and that I would be on public display out there in just my diapers and plastic panties. In order to eat the delicious Chinese food that David had prepared I had to balance my plate on the handrail of the deck and I had as good a view of the boaters going by as they did of me. It seemed to me that I could recognize some of them now as having gone by in the past when I had been on display on the deck. David seemed to notice that too, and made a remark about me becoming a tourist attraction. Oh my, did I blush! But my pussy got all hot and juicy at the same time. David had prepared a savory sweet and sour pork with lots of rice and lots of tea (and I knew where the tea was going and I suspected that the rice was to act as a bulking agent for the mess that I was to make in my diapers).

After we had finished supper, David brought out some stories for me to read to him. He said he had gotten them off the internet. One, called "I Am a Baby Pants Prisoner," is about a prostitute, Sandy, who chooses an alternate form of punishment rather than go to jail. The punishment is to submit herself to the control of Moira, who puts Sandy into diapers and inflicts all sorts of punishments on her with the aid of a corrupt judge. Some of the punishments seemed vaguely familiar and I suspected David had gotten some of the ideas for what he was doing to me from this story. I got very hot reading it aloud. David had several other stories for me to read, and all of them were about girls being forced into and made to use diapers and/or having all manner of objects forced into their private body openings. One was a supposedly true story by a lesbian diapergirl named Vickie, about her "Day Without Hands". I could certainly relate to her reactions to bondage, and the ending got me thinking hotly about my brief encounter with Ruth. I would never want to give up the pleasure of belonging to David (Oh! Did I actually just think that? Did I really think of myself as being David's property? And that I am pleased about belonging to him? Why does the very thought seem *so* right?), but I hoped that David would provide me with more opportunities to be with Ruth.

Reading the stories was a real turn-on for me and I could feel myself getting wet in my pussy, knowing that all my lovely pussy juice was mingling with my pee and being absorbed by my diapers. Then, as I was reading, I could feel my poop oozing out into my diapers. I made an effort to control it, but I could not and, realizing that, I just relaxed and let it all come out. The feeling of that continuous ooze into my diapers was curiously comfortable and I came to enjoy that feeling. Even the smell of what I had done was somehow exciting to me. Maybe because I knew that David could smell it too, and would be pleased that I was pooping myself uncontrollably for him.

Before he would change me, David made me stand there and finish reading the stories, mixing more of my pee and pussy juices with my poopies. I had to stop reading as it got dark, and then he told me it was time for bed and started heading toward the bedroom. I followed him without being compelled by anything other than my desire to be changed into fresh diapers (I never even considered the thought of not being diapered.) and my desire to do what David wanted me to do.

David lifted me onto the changing table and removed my messy diapers. He removed the speculum from my rear and cleaned me up gently and thoroughly with baby wipes, paying special attention to my rear opening and my pussy. I recognized the diapers David slipped under me as ones Ron had used on me before. (Another brief pang of guilt about Ron, quickly extinguished by my pleasure at David's touch.) They were cloth diapers that had special elastic at the leg openings which would allow them to be pushed aside and provide unhindered access to my private parts. David completed my attire by covering my diapers with snap-on plastic panties.

David lifted me off the changing table and carried me over to the bed. As he was carrying me I thanked him profusely for changing me out of those messy diapers and taking care to make sure I was properly cleaned off so I would not get a diaper rash. I really appreciated what David was doing for me and I wanted him to know that.

David laid me on the bed and I immediately assumed the spread-eagled position on my back, assuming that he wanted me that way for the night, and wanting to demonstrate my willing compliance with his desires. I gave him a naughty, inviting smile, trying to show him just how eager I was to please him. I was right and he immediately went to work fastening my wrists and feet to the corners of the bed. I began to think that I was really falling in love with David because it felt so good to please him, even in such small ways as showing my readiness for him to bind me. I waited anxiously and expectantly for what he was going to do to me.

David took off his clothes and slipped into bed next to me. Although I could not look down and see what he was doing, I could feel David unsnap the side of my plastic panties and push aside my diapers. My pussy lips started engorging and drooling just at the thought that he would be touching me there. His fingers spread my lips, plumbed my depths, and then manipulated my clitty until I started gyrating with passion. I was really hot and dripping wet when he withdrew his hand and told me to beg him to bring me to climax, to put his prick into my cunt and to fuck me. He even told me to use those exact words, knowing that I was very uncomfortable using language like that.

David told me that I was a sex-crazed nymphomaniac who could not get enough sex and that if I expected him to fuck me then I would have to beg for it. It was one of the hardest things for me to do, but I desperately wanted to feel David's big, hot prick inside me. I had no choice but to comply with his demands and beg him to fuck me. In abject humiliation and embarrassment, I choked out the required words. "Please," I said, "put your prick in my cunt and fuck me." I don't know why, but I emphasized the word, "fuck", almost shouting it in my desire to accomplish my objective. As I said those words, I knew that although I was saying them under certain compulsion, I truly meant them and would say and do anything to have David make love to me.

Without further ado, David slipped his prick into my cunt and began to thrust himself in and out. Even as I thought of that I realized that I was becoming more and more used to the words David wanted me to say. I could not believe the effect his fucking had on me. I started out begging him to stop, mostly because it felt almost too good to endure, and wound up begging him not to stop as I got closer and closer to orgasm. David called me a diaperslut and said I could not be satisfied without wetting myself and then feeling a man's prick in my dripping pussy. I was so hot that I could not control myself and began to babble on in the throws of ecstasy, wetting myself in the process and literally flowing a river of my mingled pee and juices over him and into my thirsty diapers. The combined feelings of his massive power inside me, my submission to his power, my wetting, and the flow of hot wetness under my bottom gave me the best orgasm I'd ever had.

David came shortly after I did, and he collapsed on top of me. I could feel his chest pressing down on my titties, and I loved it. He started kissing me and soon his tongue was pushing inside my mouth. I can't say that I resisted much. After all, I was willingly bound spread-eagled and I wanted David to do whatever he chose with me, and besides, I was coming to realize that I loved David and wanted him to take care of me. I began to reciprocate eagerly and his saliva mixed with mine and I loved the taste.

I was truly appreciative of just how well David knew how to please me, and that he was such a strong and skilled lover, so I tried to thank him as best I could, "Oh, that was soooo good -- Thank you for fucking me -- I loved it! And thank you so much for the lovely kissing! It really lets me know you care!"

David smiled at me and pulled my diapers back into place. I loved it when he snuggled up beside me and then was surprised when he placed his prick inside my diapers again. Before I knew what was happening, he was peeing a powerful stream against my pussy and into my diapers. It felt incredibly good to have his hot pee pouring over my pussy lips and soaking under my bottom. It was a wonderful gift, and I hoped he would often do it again. I also hoped he would sometime manage to pee right on my clit. I knew instinctively that it would give me incredibly powerful orgasms. I think I knew then that he loved me, too. I was so overcome at this show of understanding my needs and his love for me that I said to him, "Oh! That feels so hot, exciting, and lovely! Thank you! You really know how to please me!" I wiggled my butt around as much as I could, feeling the warm wet diaper against my love nest. I thought to myself that I really was becoming a diaperslut, even loving it when David peed in my diapers for my pleasure. David snapped up my plastic panties, allowing me to spend the night in my warm, wet, comfy diapers, wet with David's pee and cum mixed with my own pee and pussy juices.

David put the light out and I could feel his arm come to rest across my chest with his hand cupping my little tittie. He cuddled up close to me and I was in seventh heaven, spread-eagled in bed, my wet diapers feeling ever so warm and secure against my purring pussy, and with my lover next to me. I don't remember ever having been so blissfully happy or so well satisfied. I fell asleep with a grin on my face.

Chapter 13 : David's Story continued

I awoke before Mary on Monday and I decided to let her sleep a little longer. I knew that today would be a test of her willingness to be a diaperslave and so I unlocked her wrists and ankles from the bed posts while she slept, leaving the cuffs on her wrists and ankles just to remind her of the diaperslave that she was. As I gazed on her lithe form, she turned onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest in the fetal position. She looked so cute sleeping there with no bed covers on and just wearing her diapers and plastic panties. I could tell that she was very wet, wetter than the way I had left her the night before.

I went to the kitchen and began to fix breakfast. I fixed a huge bowl of oatmeal for Mary, knowing that it would provide bulk to fill her diapers, and also coffee and orange juice laced with Metamucil. When her breakfast was ready I returned to the bedroom and found her lying on the bed looking confused and scared. As soon as I came into the room she began to apologize and to cry that she hadn't unlocked her hands and feet and for me to please not be mad at her, that it wasn't her fault. I assured her that I had released her and that I did so because I wanted to test her willingness to obey me without the necessity of my keeping her in bondage. But I told her that could change at any moment should she disobey me. She smiled shyly and told me she wanted to obey me and would try her best to do so.

She got up and followed me into the kitchen, her sopping wet diapers drooping down between her legs. After all, they contained my pee and Mary's pee and pussy juices from our activities last night as well as her overnight wettings. Once in the kitchen she saw the bowl of oatmeal waiting for her and was smart enough to realize what that meant. I told her to finish it all and that I would not change her diapers until she had done so. I reminded her that the weekend was far from over and that I expected absolute obedience and acceptance of whatever I chose to do with her.

After she had finished her breakfast we sat at the table while she finished her orange juice and had several cups of coffee. I had Mary come over and sit on my knee and she did so facing me. I am sure she could feel the bulk of her diapers being pushed against her love spot. She seemed to rock back and forth more than necessary. I was also sure by the way she rubbed her leg against my crotch that she could feel my maleness getting bigger and harder. She really was turning me on. I held her close and massaged her little titties until her nipples were standing upright and hard. We talked a lot about her feelings and about her mixed emotions at being made to wear and use her diapers. She said she was embarrassed and humiliated at the juvenile clothing, but at the same time experienced both a great feeling of comfort and security in her diapers and a strangely exciting turn-on when she had to wet or mess her diapers or when she knew that others were seeing her wearing diapers and plastic panties.

She thanked me profusely for taking the time to train her and teach her the pleasures to be obtained from becoming a diapergirl. She also apologized for all the times she had caused me trouble and had disobeyed me. She vowed that I would never have to punish her again, a vow I knew she couldn't keep.

As she sat there on my lap I could hear and feel her wetting her diapers again. I decided to let her sit in her wet diapers for a while as we continued our talk. I could feel her moving her butt around, trying to get satisfaction while she massaged my crotch with her leg, trying to get me even harder than I already was. I told her she was a horny little diaperslut who couldn't think of anything but sex! She blushed prettily, but didn't stop her maneuvering.

After we had finished our little chat, I led her to the bedroom and lifted her up onto the changing table. Not bothering to secure her wrists or ankles I had her flex her knees and lift her bottom up so I could remove her plastic panties. The odor was really strong and I used some air freshener to clear the air. I unpinned her diapers and brought them down from between her legs. She was very wet and I decided that she needed a bath. I helped her off the table and brought her into the bathroom with me while I ran her bath. I could see her looking longingly at the toilet, knowing that it was off limits for her. She stood there, naked, while I drew her bath and then got into it when she was invited to do so.

I bent over the tub and cleaned every inch of her skin, paying particular attention to her titties and diaper area, making sure that every crevice in that area was completely cleaned up. She began to moan and breathe hard as I ran my soapy hand up and down her pussy and into her rear opening, just to make sure she was thoroughly cleaned. While she was in the bath, I took the opportunity to shave her, to make sure her pussy was as bare as a newborn baby's. She did not object or even flinch when I brought the razor down to her pussy lips and began to run it over her skin. She even spread her legs wider to give me better access. She gave me to believe that she accepted this as my right, that I had control over her body and could do with it as I willed. I really regretted the idea of returning her to Ron that night, and began to think about ways to retain possession of my little Mary.

I told her that she still had a few things to learn in order to become a proper diaperslave. And that she would learn them before we returned to the city this evening. At all costs she must never refuse a command, or even a desire, of her master or mistress. She reacted with a startled expression when I mentioned the word "mistress" and I explained that at times her master might want to lend her to a mistress or find it necessary to provide her with a "sitter" while he attended to other affairs and that if he did so, she must respond to that mistress as she would to her master.

She apologized for her initial reaction and thanked me for reminding her that she must do whatever her master or his designated substitute told her to do, no matter how she felt about it. I told her that today we would test that resolve.

I finished her bath and dried her off, again paying special attention to every nook and cranny of her diaper area, running the soft terry cloth towel through her pussy slit so it touched every nerve ending in that part of her body. She responded by moving her hips back and forth, as if to help me, and began that hard breathing which gave away her level of excitement. When she started to get really excited, I stopped and told her that she would come to climax soon enough, but not now. That she must learn to understand and accept that only her master would determine when and whether she would be allowed to have an orgasm. She barely concealed her disappointment as she thanked me for the bath and for taking the time to make sure she was clean and dry. She stood there in the bathroom, naked, waiting to learn what was to come next.

Knowing that if I left her undiapered for even a short period of time she would begin to leak, I led her, still naked, into the living room. I spread a plastic sheet on the floor and told her to sit on it, cross-legged. I told her the sheet was only a precaution should she disobey me and I forbade her to wet the sheet. I also forbade her to touch her body in any way. She sat there with her perky little nipples erect in the middle of her little mounds of tits (more like a molehill than a mountain) and her cunt lips spread out and swollen for all to see between her parted legs. Her hands were resting at her sides as she dared not touch any part of her body. She did not want to experience any more punishment, although I had set her up so she could not obey me. I knew she would soon start to leak on that plastic sheet and I would have to punish her.

As she sat there on the plastic sheet, naked and cross-legged, her pouting pussy staring out from between her legs, and very vulnerable, I continued to lecture her on her responsibilities as a proper diaperslave. I reminded her that I had gone to considerable trouble and set aside my entire holiday weekend to help train her to be a good diaperslave and that she should be eternally grateful to me for my efforts. I told her that there were any number of other things I could have been doing this weekend that would be a hell of a lot more fun than changing her wet and messy diapers, and that I intended to make some changes that would make caring for her both easier and more rewarding for me.

As Mary listened bugged-eyed, I explained that, no matter what she did in her diapers, they would only be changed four times a day: after breakfast, after lunch, at cocktail time, and just before bed. Furthermore, since I was going out of my way to change her and to endure her stinky diapers, I expected "compensation" from her for changing her each time. And since change time would be the only time she would ordinarily be out of diapers, I would take the opportunity to require her to satisfy me sexually at each diaper change. I asked Mary if she agreed and she surprised me by grinning and instantly agreeing to the fairness of what I had said. Her alacrity in responding confirmed to me that I was on the right track and that Mary, indeed, would become a proper diaperslave.

I pointed out to her that even as we had talked about the need for obedience and her responsibilities as a diaperslave, she had been disobeying me. I had told her that she was not to wet the plastic sheet and she had done so, and I pointed to the puddle that was growing between her legs and under her bottom. She had been focusing her eyes on me as we had been talking, but now she looked down and a look of astonishment came across her face as she realized that she had, in fact, wet the plastic sheet, and not just a little, it was a real puddle.

I reminded her, "You promised to obey me, but you are obviously incapable of controlling your wetting. If you had thought you were incapable of doing so you would have told me so and not have promised not to wet the plastic sheet. Am I right? You did wet the plastic sheet, didn't you? That's not just sweat, is it?" She embarrassingly had to admit the evidence of her own eyes, that indeed she had wet on the plastic sheet, apparently without even noticing she was doing so. I told her that she would have to be punished for her disobedience and also that she would now have to admit that she could not control her own bladder and that she *belonged* in diapers. She nodded her head in embarrassment and could not look me in the eyes. That was not good enough. I told her I wanted her to look at me and to respond properly, verbally. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and choked out the words, "Yes, master, I am incapable of controlling my bladder." She remembered our conversation from last night and blushed red all over. She looked up at me as the realization came over her that she really did *belong* in diapers and what that meant. As she looked into my eyes she repeated the words she remembered from last night: "Yes, master, I am a wet and messy diaperslave who belongs in diapers. It is a privilege for me to be diapered, and I *want* to be diapered anytime you have no other use for my pussy or my... (She almost choked on the words.) my asshole."

I told her that now that she had acknowledged her dependence on diapers, I expected her to ask to be put back into diapers anytime I took her diapers off, and that any time I chose to leave her without diapers, I expected her to ask me to place a waterproof pad under her. She nodded and I again reminded her that was not good enough, that she must respond verbally and appropriately, and that added punishment would be given her for her failure to do so. She looked so humble as she said, "I will ask to be put back into diapers anytime you take my diapers off and I will ask that a waterproof pad be put under me anytime you wish to leave my diapers off." Now that she admitted her lack of control, I forbade her from ever even trying to use a toilet for any purpose whatever and the only acceptable verb for her to use to refer to her own urination was the verb "to wet", because the verb "to pee" implied volition which she clearly lacked. She gasped in amazement, and blushed all over, but she managed to stammer, "Y..yes, Master, I am only c..capable of wetting myself, and I will n...never try to use the toilet."

That business being satisfactorily taken care of, I led her back into the bedroom. I had her assume a position on all fours on the bed, but with her knees at the very bottom of the bed. I made a great show of placing a waterproof changing pad and an extra-heavyweight pre-fold diaper between her knees, which, of course, forced her knees apart. I told her that she would wear that diaper no matter what she did on it. I examined her rear and told her that her asshole needed training to become more easily penetrable, and that I intended to institute a program to insure that. I showed her a double dildo, one with two parallel eight inch prongs, each an inch and a half thick and shaped like a man's prick, which would violate both her asshole and her pussy and told her that soon she would experience that instrument, but that first she would need some preparation, that I would have to open her ass up some more. I placed the double dildo on the bed in front of her where she could continually look at it. She moaned and begged for forgiveness, but there was also a look of excited anticipation in her eyes. I told her that more pleading would only add to her punishment, that she should be thankful that I was taking the time to train her. She stopped her pleading and thanked me for training her to be a good diaperslave and said that she knew everything I was doing was for her own good.

I reached between her legs and began to play with her pussy, running my hand up and down her slit and massaging her clit with my finger. She started to move her rear up and down and around in response to what was being done to her.

Her position at the foot of the bed made her rear end very vulnerable as I stepped between her legs and spread K-Y jelly all around her asshole and even invaded that orifice with my lubricated fingers. When she was sufficiently lubricated I directed my prick towards its target and pushed it in. She drew a great big breath when I did so and let out a loud moan. I proceeded to pump in and out and she began to respond. She began to moan loudly and to buck her ass back and forth almost reaching out and pulling my prick into her ass. It was not long before I exploded and shot my wad into her ass. As I did so, I could tell Mary was reaching an unexpected climax of her own, and she screamed as she let go, a combination of her orgasmic juices and pee flooding down onto the diaper between her knees.

I told her how wonderful it was that she was able to reach a climax while being ass-fucked and that she had *come* a long way in her training. She thanked me for helping her expand her horizons and for fucking her to a lovely orgasm in her *asshole*. She still had a little trouble with that word, but she was getting better.

I told her that it was almost time for her to wear the double dildo, but there was one more "warm up exercise" that she needed. I told her to hold still, and then I proceeded to give her a brisk, sound spanking, explaining as I did so that this was not a punishment, but that I enjoyed spanking her cute ass and that she must learn to accept being spanked until she cried as a part of her everyday life. The only difference between spankings for punishment and those for my pleasure would be in the duration and severity of those which were for punishment. I told her that she should take pleasure from being spanked, if only for the reason that she knew that accepting my spankings would provide me with great pleasure. She did hold as still as she was probably capable, and when I stopped the spanking she was crying openly and could only stammer her thanks for allowing her to please me by accepting her spanking without the need of being bound for it. Her ability to see that she would be bound for spankings if she showed any resistance, and her determination to make that unnecessary pleased me greatly. I went around the side of the bed to retrieve the double dildo from in front of her. I held it up to her lips and told her to kiss both ends and then beg me to place it in her and allow her to wear it inside her diapers for as long as I deemed it necessary. She was still sobbing a little, but she complied very sweetly and with almost no hesitation. I returned to her rear. I knew she was very well lubricated in her pussy and that she was also well lubricated in her ass. I placed the double dildo up against her with one prong touching her pussy and the other nudging up against her rear hole. I gave a push and the glands of the dildos entered their respective holes. I then pushed it straight home and heard her gasp and squeal as she was impaled on two eight inch pricks. I began to move the double dildo in and out of her holes and she began to pant and moan at the action.

I pushed the double dildo home its full eight inches and left it in her. Mary realized that I was waiting for something and she turned and looked at me with pleading eyes as she begged me to diaper her, knowing that the wet diaper between her knees would soon be holding the double dildo firmly inside her. I pulled the extra thick pre-fold diaper up snugly between her legs and pinned it tightly around her waist. I knew that soon it would be sufficiently wet to become loose enough between her legs to allow the dildo to come out of her a few inches when she stood up, but whenever she bent at the waist or sat down the diaper would be tight enough to push it back in, thereby continuing an automatic fucking of her front and back. I allowed her only her diaper as a covering, denying her the protection of plastic panties or a top to cover her little titties.

I knew that we were running out of diapers and that would be a catastrophe, given her growing incontinence and my plans for the rest of the day. I had a laundry room off my kitchen and I had her gather up all her wet and messy diapers and carry them to the laundry room. I told her that it was one of the duties of a diaperslave to wash her own diapers. I left her to do her diapers as I went back into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

By the time lunch was ready I could see a yellow stain spreading in her crotch. I told her that she could not sit at the table with leaking diapers. Judging from the look on her face, she thought I was going to have her sit on the plastic sheet or something. Instead, I merely pinned another extra-thick diaper on her on top of the one she was already wearing.

I then had her sit down to a delicious lunch of pasta and tossed green salad. I asked her what she preferred as a salad dressing and she picked my favorite, Bleu Cheese. I got out the bottle of chunky Bleu Cheese dressing and handed it to her after I had used it. As we ate, I could see her wiggling back and forth and I knew she was moving the dildo around inside her. Along with lunch, I made sure my little Mary drank three beers, knowing full well where they were headed.

After lunch we went back out onto the deck. Well, I walked and she waddled with the thickness of the diapers between her legs. As we got to the deck, we saw that there were a couple of boats out on the lake, seemingly just going back and forth in front of my cottage.

We sat on the deck as Mary again told me how much she appreciated what I was doing for her and how thankful she was that I was doing such a good job training her. As we talked I could see her moving forward and back, enhancing the sensation of the double dildo impaled within her. I told her that if she really meant what she was saying, she would demonstrate her submissiveness by voluntarily pooping in her diapers. She looked at me with pleading eyes, because that was the one thing she most wanted to avoid, messing her diapers. Oh, she knew that there were times when I would force her to mess her diapers with enemas or even just by making her hold it in until she could do so no longer. But to voluntarily and deliberately mess her diapers was horrifying to her. I reminded her that she was forbidden to use a toilet, and that one way or another she would have to mess herself every day, so she had better get used to the idea. I also suggested that with my regular use of her asshole she might find controlling herself more difficult. That really made her blush.

As we sat there on the deck I could tell from the way she shifted about on the chair that she was feeling the double dildo inside her and that she would do anything to get it out. Or would she? It seemed to me that maybe my little diaperslave was enjoying this latest punishment a little too much. But that would not last.

As we talked further, I saw her try to cover her titties and her diapers with her hand and I scolded her for that action and told her that she would be punished for her disobedience. I reminded her that she had been forbidden to try to cover up her nakedness or her diapered condition. She blushed beet red and as I followed her gaze, I saw why. The people in the boats were using binoculars to get a better look at my little diaperslave. They were leering at my little diaperslave wearing just a diaper with another yellow spot beginning to grow between her legs.

Rather than go back to the bedroom, I told her to stay on the deck and not to cover herself with anything while I went inside to get some supplies. I returned with another extra-thick pre-fold diaper. I told her that before I would change her, she would have to relieve the pressure that was building up in my balls. She realized what that meant and acknowledged that she would comply.

Right then and there, I had her lower my pants and get on her knees in front of me. She knew that we had an audience and that a whole bunch of people were watching her assume this degrading position in front of me. I made sure that as she knelt down, she spread her knees wide in humble submission to me.

This time I did not refuse her the use of her hands and she very gently took my balls in her hands and played with them as she took my cock in her mouth. After she had lubricated my cock with her saliva, she moved her mouth to my scrotum and took each of my balls in turn into her mouth and ran her tongue around them. It felt very sensuous and really turned me on. She returned her mouth to my cock again and really massaged it up and down with her mouth and tongue. I could see her blush quite red as I told her that she must really enjoy sucking my cock because she was putting so much care and attention into doing it properly and lovingly. She knew just how long to wait before she brought me to climax and she swallowed every drop of my semen and then licked me completely clean.

I stood there for a minute before she realized she had not yet thanked me for the privilege of letting her suck my cock and after she had properly thanked me, she begged me to change her. I told her that it was highly presumptuous for a little wet diaperslave to ask to be changed. I told her that I had set a schedule for changing her, and that I would change her when I was ready, and not before that. I did say that there might be occasions when she felt that her diapers were about to leak, or when she had messed herself very thoroughly that she might find it necessary to call my attention to the situation. In those cases I said that she could very politely request me to *check* her diapers, but never ever to suggest that they might need changing. I didn't think she could blush that hard, but even the tops of her titties turned red. She really had to force out her acknowledgement of my authority and her promise never to ask to be changed again.

Then I told her to lay down on the deck, that for her impertinence I was going to change her right then and there. She looked out on the lake at the two boats that were there and could see that the occupants were still availing themselves of the use of binoculars so they could see everything that was happening on shore.

Knowing that the whole changing routine would be observed, she lay down on the deck as I told her, with her feet facing the lake. I took off her wet diapers and left her laying there with her feet spread apart, her knees splayed and upraised, and her cunt facing the lake while I took her wet diapers into the bedroom and put them in the diaper pail. I warned her not to let the dildo come out while I was gone. I knew that she would use that time to fuck herself with the dildo, even though she knew she was being watched all the time. I returned and, as I moved the dildo in and out of her, I told her that she was no longer to refer to her pussy as anything other than her "cunt," a word I knew was obnoxious to her. A look of horror came over her face as she realized that she was going to be forced to use that word when referring to her private parts. Then I twisted the dagger a little further, telling her that she no longer had any right to privacy at all, and that it was obvious from her admiring audience that her *cunt* and *asshole* were now her "public parts"! She blushed even redder, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she did manage to look at me adoringly and say, "Yes, my Master, whatever you wish!" I noticed that there was considerable juiciness oozing around the dildo in her cunt.

Keeping the double dildo securely inside her, I pinned the extra heavyweight pre-fold diaper around her waist. I told her that she was not to wear anything but this diaper for a while and that if it got too wet, I would again just pin another one on top of it, adding to the bulk between her legs. I warned her that if her pee overflowed her diaper she would pay the consequences. I told her to ask me to check her diaper before it was so full that it would drip, and that any mess on my deck from her diaper would bring severe repercussions. By now, her diapers and plastic panties had finished in the washer and I told her to get them and to hang them up on the line in my back yard, the one which extended from my deck to a tree down by the lake. She really blushed as the binoculars in the boats were focused on her hanging up her diapers and plastic panties to dry, pinning them on the line like a ship's flags signaling her diapered status for all to see.

When she had finished hanging up her diapers I told her to wave to the nice people out in the lake. She blushed all over as she did as she was told. She stood there watching them watch her through their binoculars, with her little titties standing as firm as they could and her diaper sagging between her legs, and she raised her right hand in the air and waved at them.

A mixed look of surprise and apprehension came over her face as she watched the two boats head toward shore, right to my dock. Her apprehension turned to terror as the occupants tied up their boats at the dock and started walking toward the cottage.

Chapter 14 : Mary's Story continued

I woke up confused. I was in David's bed and that was where I should be, but something was wrong. I hugged my knees to my chest and that tightened my diapers around my rear and put added pressure on my pussy, and I liked that. I thought about last night, and how David had played with me while he lay nude beside me. Slipping his hand inside my diapers he had manipulated my clit until I could take it no longer. I was bumping and grinding to the best of my ability considering the fact I was bound spread-eagled on the bed. I was so crazed with what he was doing to me that I would do or say anything to get him to bring me to climax. I remember that he had me say all sorts of things that I really did not want to say, but that was the only way he would satisfy me. He made me beg for it. He made me beg for him to fuck me. And I did. I would have done anything for him to fill my pussy with his massive heat. He really is a masterful lover.

I remembered how he snuggled up beside me after he had fucked me and refastened my diapers, and stuck his prick inside my diapers and pissed all over me. It was so exciting, so hot, so lovely. I wanted him to diddle or fuck me all night. I remember him going to sleep with his hand cupping my tittie and how I longed to hug him, but couldn't do so because I was bound spread-eagled on the bed.

That was it!!!! That was what was wrong. I was curled up in a fetal position and that meant that I was no longer bound to the bed. I was free. I still had my cuffs on my wrists and ankles, but they were no longer bound to the bed posts. Oh, my God, what would David say? What would he do to me? Surely he would think I had freed myself and he would be very mad at that!!! What kind of punishment would I have to endure for this infraction. Surely it would be worse than any I had suffered so far this weekend.

I lay there, cuddled up in the fetal position for protection, awaiting the anger I was sure David would feel toward me, anger, if not betrayal. Oh, he couldn't think I had betrayed him, could he? I hadn't done anything wrong. I don't know how I got freed, but I know it wasn't my fault. But what would that matter? Or was this one of his devious plans to make up an excuse for punishing me? Clearly, it would be my fault. After all I had been put to bed the night before bound spread-eagled on the bed and woke up freed and in a fetal position. I must have freed myself in my sleep. It must be my fault and I deserve anything David does to me.

I heard David's footsteps approaching the bedroom and I was scared. As soon as he entered the bedroom, I began to cry and beg him not to be mad at me, that it wasn't my fault and that I had tried to be a good diaperslave and that I didn't know how I got loose but that I was very sorry and wanted so much to obey him and have him approve of me.

David tried to stop me but I kept rambling on about how it wasn't my fault and I didn't know how I had come loose from the bed. Finally I stopped for air, and David told me to be quiet. He, himself, had released my hands and feet from their bondage as a test of my willingness to obey him without the need to be kept bound. He added, however, that if I disobeyed him, I would simply lose any freedom I had and would again be constantly bound. I smiled at the thought that he trusted me and I told him that I wanted to obey him and would do my best to do so.

He told me to follow him into the kitchen, and as I got off the bed I could feel my sopping wet diapers drooping down between my legs and that felt very sensual. They reminded me again of all that they contained, David's pee and my pee and juices from last night as well as my pee during the night. My diapers were really wet. I couldn't remember having awakened to wet myself either. That was really unusual. Thank goodness David had let me wear my plastic panties -- they helped keep my diapers sensually warm and also kept them from sliding down over my hips. David was so thoughtful that way. He knew just what I needed.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw that David had already fixed my breakfast and that I was to eat a bowl of oatmeal and drink a large glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. The orange juice tasted kind of different and I realized that David had laced it with Metamucil. The OJ and oatmeal were going to add bulk to my BM. And I had an idea where they were going to end up -- in my diapers.

David told me to finish all my breakfast (he kept filling my coffee cup as soon as I drained it) and that I would not be changed until I had done so. He reminded me that the weekend was far from over (a fact of which I was already painfully aware, I was starting to wonder what it would be like returning to Ron. I didn't want the weekend to end yet.) and that he expected absolute obedience from me and acceptance by me of whatever he chose to do with me.

After we had finished breakfast, David had me come over and sit on his knee, straddling his leg facing him. I could feel the warm, wet diaper pushing up against my clit and I was getting turned on by the minute. I moved back and forth on his knee and began rubbing my leg against his crotch. I could feel his prick growing and getting harder. I hoped he would fuck me again when he changed me. He held me close to his body and began massaging my little titties until my nipples were standing firm and erect. I got very hot.

I don't know what got into me but I really opened up to him as we talked and I confessed to the mixed emotions I felt at having to wear diapers and sometimes other juvenile clothing. I mean, I love the feel of wearing diapers and wetting myself, but on the one hand, I am extremely embarrassed and humiliated at being forced to wear such clothing, and even more so when David changes me and he and any others with him see my private parts. On the other hand, it is strangely comforting to know that I have the security of having someone care for me and knowing that I don't have to worry about having accidents, something which seems to be happening more and more regularly. I also get a strangely exciting feeling whenever I am forced to wet or mess my diapers, or know that my diapers and plastic panties are on display for all the world to see.

I told David I really appreciated the time he was taking to train me and to teach me the pleasures that could be mine from being a proper diapergirl. I apologized for all the times I had made things difficult for him and forced him to punish me because I was disobedient. I swore that he would never have to punish me again, that I would be a proper and obedient diapergirl from now on.

As I sat there on his knee, I could feel my diaper getting wetter and wetter and I sensed that I was fast losing control over my bladder. Once I was wet, then my pussy just seemed to forget to notify me if I was wetting again. Still, he let me sit there on his knee in my sopping wet diaper as we continued to talk and I continued to move back and forth rubbing the sopping wet diaper against my clit and my leg against his crotch. In fact, I did not even realize what I was doing until David called my attention to it and called me a horny little diaperslut who could not think of anything but sex. The realization that he was right brought a blush to my body, but wasn't enough to slow me down in my rocking.

When David had decided that our conversation was over, he lifted me off his knee and brought me back to the bedroom, where he lifted me up onto the changing table. Another change in our routine -- he did not fasten my wrists and ankles to the table, but merely told me to bend and spread my knees, and to lift my bottom off the table so he could remove my plastic panties. He did that and the odor from my diapers was so strong that he went and got a room deodorant spray and cleansed the air. He unpinned my diapers and brought them down from between my legs. David decided that I needed a bath and helped me off the table. I thanked him for removing my diapers and for caring enough to give me a bath.

He brought me into the bathroom, still naked, while he drew my bath. There I looked with mixed emotions at that forbidden object, the object I was prohibited from using, possibly for the rest of my life: the toilet. I stood there, naked and unashamed at my nakedness since it was David's right to see me, but also feeling a bit uncomfortable with the familiar, thick security of my diapers removed. When David had finished drawing my bath I got in and sat down, the water coming just up to my waist.

I was not allowed to bathe myself and David performed that function for me, lathering me up and down my whole body. He paid particular attention, as I now expected him to do, to my little titties and my diaper area. As he ran his hand up and down the crevice between my legs I began to experience excitement again. As he worked his hand down behind me and around my rear opening, I tingled with excitement at what I hoped he would do, and when he did it, when he penetrated me back there with his finger, I let out a shout of glee. With one of his hands probing my rear and the other running up and down my slit, I was moaning and groaning and breathing as hard as I could.

I was in the throws of rapture when I began to feel a razor against my pussy and I realized that David was shaving my diaper area, as was his right. I spread my legs even wider to allow him easier access. It really seemed proper that as a diapergirl I should have a hairless pussy.

As he was bathing me, David told me that I still had things to learn about being a proper diaperslave. He reminded me that I must never refuse a command, or even a desire, that my master or mistress expresses. I must have flinched somewhat at the idea that I might someday have to obey a mistress and David explained that there might be times when my master chose to lend me to a mistress and if that happened, I must obey and do whatever I am told. He went on to explain that my master might even need to leave me with a "sitter" sometime and that I must obey, that obeying a mistress or sitter would only be an extension of obeying my master.

Of course he was right. I was ashamed at the way I had initially reacted and begged him to forgive me. I assured him that I would do whatever my master asked me to do, no matter what that might be, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating that might be. I wished I understood what he meant when he told me that my resolve to obey my master would be tested today.

After my bath, David dried me off (I'm not even allowed to do that myself) paying special attention to my little titties and diaper area. I really got turned on when he ran the soft, fluffy towel back and forth through my pussy slit. I began to move my body back and forth to increase the contact of the towel with my very sensitive areas. I began to get really excited and to breathe heavily but David stopped and reminded me that he was the only one who would decide whether or not I would have an orgasm. I was very disappointed that David was not going to allow me to be satisfied, but I remembered to thank him for bathing me and taking the time to make sure I was clean and dry.

I stood there, naked, in the bathroom waiting for David to take me into the bedroom to diaper me. Instead, he led me, still naked, into the living room, spread a plastic sheet on the floor, and told me to sit down on it, cross-legged. I'm sure I blushed as I realized that sitting with my legs crossed would put my now clean-shaven pussy on public display. David told me that the plastic sheet was only a precaution to protect the floor in case I should disobey him and wet myself without my diapers on. David also warned me not to touch myself with my hands in any way, so I sat there, naked, with my pussy on full display and with my hands at my side, unable to cover myself or protect myself in any way. As I sat there revealing my deepest secrets, I could feel myself responding sexually. I could feel my pussy lips swelling up and becoming engorged. I could feel a tingle in my nipples as they became stiff and sensitive. The mere fact that I was unconsciously responding in this way humiliated and embarrassed me. Still, I did my best to do what David wanted me to do, because I certainly did not want to provoke him to punish me any more.

I sat there for quite a while as David continued to lecture me on my duties as a proper diaperslave. It amazed me how used I had gotten to that term. It no longer made me uncomfortable to think of myself as a diaperslave. He reminded me how fortunate I was that he had agreed to take his entire holiday weekend and devote it to my training. He told me that there were a lot of other things he could have been doing this weekend that would have been a lot more fun than changing my wet and messy diapers. When he said that, I realized that the core of my existence had become inextricably intertwined with my diapers. I was either wetting them or waiting for them to be changed or concerned about what David was going to do with or put into my diaper area.

David told me that he was going to make some changes in my care to make it easier on, and more enjoyable for, him. First and foremost, he told my that I was no longer going to be changed just because I was wet. I was only going to be changed four times a day: after breakfast, after lunch, at cocktail time (I guessed about 5:00 PM), and finally at bedtime. He further told me that since he was going out of his way to change my stinky and messy diapers, it was only right that I compensate him by satisfying him sexually each and every time he changed me. He asked me if I thought that was fair and without giving it a second thought I agreed that it was. After all, he was doing a lot for me and in what better way could I show my appreciation?

As we were talking I was concentrating on what he was telling me and trying to remember it all because I knew that he did not like to repeat himself and would consider it disobedience not to do what he had told me. I was trying so hard to be a good diaperslave and he told me that even as he was talking to me, I was disobeying him. I couldn't believe what he was saying to me, certainly I had done nothing to disobey him. I was sitting there as he told me to, cross-legged with my sex on full public display. He told me that, indeed, I had disobeyed his command not to wet the plastic sheet and I followed his gaze to between my legs and saw a big puddle there. As I had been concentrating on what he had been telling me, I was actually wetting myself. I was shocked at what I had done, without even knowing I was doing it. I knew that I tended to lose control once my diapers were wet, but I thought I could still control myself perfectly when I wasn't diapered.

David reminded me that I had promised to obey him, but that I was obviously incapable of controlling my wetting and he pointed to the puddle between my legs as proof. He told me what was so painfully obvious, that if I had not thought I could control my wetting I would not have promised not to wet the plastic sheet. He pressed his advantage home by making me admit what I had done; taunting me, saying things like "You did wet the plastic sheet, didn't you? That's not just sweat, is it?" As much as it embarrassed me, I had to admit that he was right. I could not deny the evidence that was pooling around my sex and rear end as I sat on the floor, and I had done it without even knowing what I was doing.

David told me that, as I expected, I would have to be punished for my disobedience and also that I would now have to admit that I had no control over my bladder and that I *belonged* in diapers. I nodded agreement but could not look David in the eyes, I was so ashamed of what I had done and of my lack of control. David brought me up short, telling me that I must look at him when he spoke to me and that I must respond verbally to his questions. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and finally choked out the words which I knew he expected, "Yes, master, I am incapable of controlling my bladder." I then remembered our conversation from last night and blushed red all over. The realization came over me that I really did *belong* in diapers and what that meant. As I looked into his eyes I repeated the words I remembered from last night: "Yes, master, I am a wet and messy diaperslave who belongs in diapers. It is a privilege for me to be diapered, and I *want* to be diapered anytime you have no other use for my pussy or my... (and here I almost choked on the words) my asshole."

David told me that, now that I had acknowledged my total dependence on diapers, he expected me to ask to be put back into diapers anytime he took my diapers off and that anytime he chose to leave my diapers off, I was to ask him to place a waterproof pad under me for protection. I nodded and David reminded me that was insufficient and that if I continued my disobedience in refusing to respond verbally additional punishment would be meted out to me. I certainly did not want that, and so I humbly uttered the words David was waiting for, "I will ask to be put back into diapers anytime you take my diapers off and I will ask that a waterproof pad be put under me anytime you wish to leave my diapers off."

David told me that now that I had admitted my complete lack of control over my bodily functions, I was forbidden from even trying to use a toilet, and that, from that day forward, the only acceptable verb that I would be permitted to use to refer to my own urination was the verb "to wet." He explained that the verb "to pee" implied volition, and clearly I lacked that. It just seemed that David was adding humiliation upon humiliation on me, and I blushed all over as he forced me to admit, "Y..yes, Master, I am only c..capable of wetting myself, and I will n...never try to use the toilet."

When it seemed that David had humiliated me all that he could, he told me to stand up and he led me into the bedroom. My pussy was engorged and throbbing with anticipation. He had told me I would have to satisfy him sexually at every diaper change, and I hoped he would satisfy me as well. He had me assume a position on all fours at the very bottom of the bed. David made a great show of placing a waterproof pad and an extra-heavyweight pre-fold diaper between my knees, which, of course, forced my knees even further apart. David told me that I would end up wearing that diaper between my legs no matter what I did on it.

I was feeling very vulnerable, kneeling on all fours with my rear end open and available for anything David wished to do to it. My anxiety was heightened when he told me that my asshole needed more training to become more easily penetrable, and that he intended to take care of that right then. I was really frightened when he showed me a double dildo, one with two parallel eight inch prongs, each an inch and a half thick and shaped like a man's prick, which I knew would violate both my asshole and my pussy. He told me that I would soon experience that instrument, but that first I needed some preparation to open up my ass some more. He kept me constantly aware of what was going to happen to me by placing the double dildo on the bed in front of me where I could not take my eyes off it, scared to death of how it would feel, but very excited at the thought of being penetrated both front and rear simultaneously.

I told him how sorry I was for disobeying him and begged him to let me off just this once, but he told me that if I continued my blubbering it would only add to my punishment. Then David added insult to injury by telling me that I should be thankful that he was taking the time to train me. I knew what that meant and stopped my pleading and began to thank him for training me to be a good diaperslave. After all, I knew that everything he was doing to me was for my own good.

As I knelt there on all fours with my knees spread wide and an extra-heavyweight pre-fold diaper between them, I could feel him begin to play with my pussy, and I could not help responding. He was running his hand up and down my slit and massaging my clit and, almost involuntarily, I began to move my rear end up and down and around. I could not get enough of his stimulation. I was hot and ready for whatever he might do to me next. I really didn't care as long as it sexually stimulated me.

What was I thinking? David's words from earlier that day came back to haunt me. Was I really "a horny little diaperslut who couldn't think of anything but sex"? My whole world revolved around my pussy, when my diaper would be changed, would he play with me at changing time, could I manipulate my legs in such a way that my wet diapers rubbed my pussy? He had made me into a horny little diaperslut, and I was beginning to love every minute of it.

The next thing I knew David was spreading something slippery around my asshole and even slipped a couple of his fingers in there. I suspected that he was lubricating me with K-Y jelly and that he was about to undertake the task of stretching my asshole. I was a little scared at what he might do and I constantly watched that big double dildo on the bed in front of me and dreaded the moment it would penetrate me. It was so thick and long that I just knew I couldn't take it all in, and yet I also knew that before the morning was over I *would* take it all in.

I could not see what he was doing, but I could feel pressure against my rear end, and judging from his position between my legs and what he had said earlier about preparing my rear hole, I guessed he was about to butt-fuck me. I could feel him positioning his prick against my rear opening and all of a sudden he was in me. The initial insertion caught me by surprise and I know I drew a deep breath at the penetration. But as he began to move in and out of my rear end I began to feel sensations I had never felt before, sensations which made my pussy lips swell more and begin to drool. I began to help him by moving my ass back and forth to the beat of his prick. I know I was moaning loudly (I can never have sex quietly), and I could feel David approaching climax. I felt his prick pulsating in me and then felt him pause as he shot a load of cum into my ass. As he climaxed, I could feel my own sensations and emotions reach a fever pitch and I, too, exploded in sexual satisfaction. As I did so, I could feel the juices running down my pussy, but I could also feel myself peeing. Uh oh, I'm not supposed to use that word. I could feel myself wetting. As I climaxed, I lost control of my bladder and emptied it right there on the bed with my knees spread. Lucky for me, David had thought to put that extra-heavyweight pre-fold diaper between my knees or I would have been in real trouble. As it was, I knew that eventually that sodden diaper would be encasing my loins, and that thought strangely turned me on.

I thought that David might punish me for reaching orgasm without permission, but he was so pleased that I was able to climax while being butt-fucked that he ignored the fact that I had climaxed without permission. He told me that I had *come* a long way in my training and his play on words was not lost on me. I truly wanted to please David more than anything in the world.

I thanked David for helping me to expand my training and for fucking me to a lovely orgasm in my *asshole*. I don't think David even caught the short hesitancy in my voice as I used that word which I had found so repulsive just a couple of long days ago.

David told me that it was almost time for me to wear that double dildo that I had been staring at as I was butt-fucked, but that there was one more warm-up exercise that I had to endure first. He told me to hold still, and then proceeded to spank my bare bottom with his hand. As he did so, he explained that this was not a punishment, but just something he wanted to do and that I must get used to being spanked regularly just for his pleasure. He enjoyed spanking my "cute ass" as he called it and he would do so until I cried whenever he wanted to. He explained that the difference between a punishment and a spanking for his pleasure was the severity and duration of the spanking, and that I should take pleasure from being spanked because I would know that I was giving him pleasure by accepting them.

I tried my best to obey David and hold still for my spanking, but it was difficult as the heat and pain built up in my rear end. I did my best not to cry but the pain became too much for me and I began to sob like a baby. I was pleasantly surprised that he chose to spank me without tying me up, and when he stopped I thanked him for allowing me to please him by accepting my spanking without the need to be bound for it. It seemed entirely proper that he should have the right to spank me for any reason at any time. I knew, of course, that had I resisted I would have been bound and the spanking would have been more severe.

When David finished my spanking, he came around and picked up the double dildo and held it to my lips and told me to kiss it on both prongs and then to beg him to insert it into me and allow me to wear it inside my diapers for as long as it pleased him. I did so, even though I was still sore from my spanking and still sobbing. In my lips it seemed so *thick*, what would it feel like in my pussy and asshole?

David went around behind me and I could feel the pressure of the double dildo touching both my holes. All of a sudden I felt more pressure and the double dildo was pushed home. I know I sucked in my breath and let out a little squeal as its dual eight inch pricks fucked me front and rear. I began to pant and moan as David moved the two-pronged monster in and out of my two canals, fucking both my holes.

When he had finished with his fun, David pushed the double dildo all the way home and left it sitting inside me, filling both my cavities. It felt enormous, especially in the rear. I soon realized that David was waiting for me to say something and I remembered what he had wanted me to say about allowing me to wear it inside my diapers for as long as it pleased him, and so I begged him to diaper me. As I spoke I knew that the wet extra-heavyweight pre-fold diaper between my knees would soon be covering my sex and trapping that double dildo deep inside me until David saw fit to take it out. He pulled the diaper up snugly between my legs and pinned it tightly around my waist. As David told me to get off the bed I could feel the double dildo slide a short distance out of me and catch on my diapers where it held firm, partly in and partly out. David had me gather up all my messy and smelly diapers and as I bent down to get them out of the diaper pail I could feel my diaper tighten around my loins and press the dildo back in its full length. It was then that I realized the devilishness of his plan, for as I stood or walked around the dildo would come partway out of me, only to be forced back in when I bent over or sat down. I would be subjected to a continual fucking by the device. It was also clear that David was not going to allow me to wear plastic panties or a top to cover my little titties.

David explained that I was running out of diapers and that one of the chores of a diaperslave was to wash and dry her own diapers. He had me carry my wet and messy diapers to the laundry room and told me to wash them while he went off to fix lunch. Every time I moved, I could feel that double dildo moving around inside me, and I really started to enjoy the sensations.

Finally David called me for lunch. As I went into the kitchen where David was I could see him looking at my crotch, and as I followed his gaze I saw a big yellow stain spreading there. David told me that I could not sit at the table with a leaking diaper and I knew that he was going to humiliate me by making me sit on a plastic sheet or something. Instead, he took another extra-thick diaper and pinned it on top of the one I was wearing, creating quite a bulge between my legs and forcing me to waddle wherever I went.

David had fixed a delicious meal of pasta and tossed green salad, all of which I knew would soon produce bulk for my diapers. He had me sit down and that forced the dildo up inside me its full length. As we ate, I found that I could wiggle my butt around on the chair and increase the sensations of being double fucked. David made sure that I drank my full compliment of three beers for lunch, and I soon felt myself wetting more with each one.

After lunch we went out onto the deck. Well, I waddled out onto the deck, given the thickness of the diapers between my legs. As we went onto the deck I could see a couple of boats out on the lake just going back and forth in front of David's property, and I knew they were waiting for another look at me in all my wet and diapered splendor.

As we sat on the deck and I took the opportunity to work the double dildo around inside myself, I told David how much I appreciated all he was doing for me and how thankful I was for the good job he was doing training me. David told me that if I really meant what I said, I would demonstrate my submissiveness to him by voluntarily pooping in my diapers. He knew that thought was horrifying to me, to voluntarily mess my diapers. Oh, I knew he could force me to mess my diapers by giving me an enema or just feeding me bulky foods and waiting for me to have to go so bad I had no choice, but that was not the same as voluntarily messing my diapers.

David reminded me that I was forbidden the use of the toilet and so that one way or another, I would have to mess myself every day and so I had better get used to it. He also suggested that with him regularly using my asshole and stretching it, I might soon have trouble controlling myself there. The remembrance of how he took me in my rear as I knelt on the bed and the fact that such activities might make it difficult for me to control messing my diapers made me blush.

As I squirmed about on my chair, moving the double dildo around inside me, I saw David watching me and his eyes told me that he knew exactly what I was doing.

I don't know why, but I looked out at the boats and saw the people out there had binoculars trained on me, leering at me, and automatically I brought my hands up to cover what little breasts I have. David immediately told me to take my hands away and said that I would be punished for my disobedience, for I knew I was never to cover up my nakedness. As I looked at him pleadingly, blushing beet red, he also noticed that the people in the boats were watching me with binoculars. It was then that he added to my humiliation by pointing out the yellow spot beginning to grow between my legs.

I expected David to bring me back to the bedroom to change me, but he told me to stay on the deck on full display and not to try to cover myself in any way while he went inside to get some supplies.

David returned with a clean extra-thick pre-fold diaper and it was clear that he intended to change me right there on the deck, giving an even greater spectacle to the boat people, as I had come to think of them. While I was considering what was about to happen to me, David announced that before he would change me, I would have to relieve the pressure that had been building up in his balls. I knew what he meant and asked him for permission to suck his cock and balls. He told me to lower his pants and to get on my knees in front of him, with my knees spread in the usual position.

As I assumed this degrading position, I knew that we had an audience and that a whole bunch of people were watching me lower his pants and kneel down in front of his naked body, my mouth just inches from his private parts. I could feel excitement building in me as I just saw his cock, only partially erect. That organ was becoming *very* important to me.

I asked David for permission to use my hands and he granted that permission. I lovingly and gently took his balls in my hands and played with them as I took his cock in my mouth. After I had sucked and licked his cock to a full erection I moved my mouth to his balls and gently took each of them, one by one, into my mouth and ran my tongue around them. When I had finished with his balls, I returned my mouth to his cock and massaged it up and down with my mouth and tongue.

I could feel myself blush as David told me what a good job I was doing and how much I must be enjoying myself sucking his cock because of all the attention and care I was putting into doing it properly and lovingly. David told me that I was a really good cocksucker. I blushed both because of his words, but also I knew that what he was saying was true, I was enjoying it and realized that it was mostly due to my genuine desire to give David great pleasure. If that meant I would become a "good cocksucker", so be it. I could feel David building to a climax and when he came I made sure that I swallowed every drop of his semen and then I gently and carefully licked him clean.

David waited and soon I realized that I had not thanked him. I told him how thankful I was that he had let me have the privilege of sucking his cock and what a wonderful pleasure it was to serve a master such as he.

After I had thanked him, I begged him to change me, and all I got was a lecture. He told me that it was highly presumptuous for a little wet diaperslave to ask her master to change her. He told me that he had set a schedule for changing me and that he would change me when he was ready and not before. He told me that there might be occasions when I felt that my diapers were about to leak or when I had messed myself very thoroughly (I had a hard time imagining that) and felt it necessary to call his attention to my condition. In such cases I would only be allowed to politely ask David to *check* my diapers, but never to suggest that they might need changing.

I blushed a deep red all the way down to my titties as I acknowledged that I was wrong in asking to be changed and I promised that I would never ask to be changed again.

David told me to lay down on the deck, that for my impertinence in asking to be changed, he was going to change me right then and there. I knew the boat people were still out there with their binoculars and that David planned to give them a special view for their efforts. They could see everything he was doing to me.

I did as I was told when David had me lay down on the deck with my feet facing the lake. David had me spread my legs, raise my knees, and lift my butt off the deck as he removed my two sopping wet diapers. Instead of leaving the wet diapers on the deck while he put the clean diaper on me, he got up and took the wet diapers to the diaper pail in the bedroom, leaving me with my knees spread wide and my pussy wide open and facing the boat people. As he left, David warned me not to let the double dildo come out of me. In order to hold it in, I grabbed the end of it and felt it move inside me. Even though I knew that my every move was being watched close-up, I moved it around and felt the pleasure increase as I did so.

When David returned he took over fucking me with the dildo, and not as gently as I had been doing it. As he fucked me he told me that I was not to refer to my pussy as anything other than my *cunt* from now on. I blushed as I realized that I was going to be forced to use that vulgar word to refer to my love area. David added insult to injury as he told me that I no longer had any *private parts*. That I no longer had any right to any privacy and that I was to refer to my *cunt* and *asshole* collectively as my public parts.

I had never been so embarrassed in all my life. Here I was with my knees still upraised and spread, my *cunt* on full display to the boat people, and I was being told that forever more I was going to have no privacy and that my *private parts* were really now my *public parts*. Still, I did manage to respond, "Yes, my Master, whatever you wish!"

Keeping the double dildo hard inside me, David pinned the extra-heavyweight pre-fold diaper around my waist and told me that I was going to have to go without plastic panties or top again, that if my diaper got too wet, he would just pin another one on top of it again. He warned me that if any of my wetness overflowed my diaper I would pay severe consequences. He told me to ask him to check my diaper before it was so full as to overflow.

By now, my diapers and plastic panties had finished in the washer and David told me to get them and to hang them up on the line in the back yard, the one which extended from his deck to a tree down by the lake. I really blushed as the binoculars in the boats were focused on me waddling around, hanging up my diapers and plastic panties to dry, pinning them on the line like ship's flags signaling my diapered status for all to see, for they were obviously too big for a real baby. All of that motion got the double dildo moving in and out of me again, and I could feel my pussy dripping, but I couldn't tell if it was pussy juice, if I was wetting myself again, or both.

When I had finished hanging up my diapers and plastic panties on the line David told me to wave to the nice people in the boats and I blushed all over as I stood there on the deck and raised my hand and waved to them.

No sooner had I waved to them than both boats began heading right for the shore in front of David's cottage. I watched in horror and distress as they pulled up at David's dock and tied up their boats. I did not believe that my embarrassment could increase any further, but it did as they started walking up the path from the dock to the cottage like they were invited guests.

Chapter 15 : David's Story continued

As Mary watched my guests come up the walk from the dock she was wearing only a diaper, which was already beginning to show a yellow stain in her crotch. As we watched the phone rang and I left her standing on the deck with instructions not to cover herself in any way while I went to answer the phone.

It was Ron on the phone. He explained that after I had taken Mary away on Friday night he had gone to a bar to celebrate not having to take care of Mary for the weekend (he called it a weekend of freedom). There he met a woman named Diane and, to make a long story short, Diane came home with him that night and now, on Monday, she was still staying with him. He said that it would be very "inconvenient" for me to bring Mary back and asked me to keep her. I told Ron that I had grown very fond of Mary and that I would be happy to keep her, but that one thing a submissive needs is stability and that this choice, this transfer if you will, would have to be considered permanent. Ron agreed, a little too quickly I thought, and after I had arranged to pick up Mary's things on Tuesday, we said our goodbyes.

By the time I got back to the deck Mary was enthusiastically waving and shouting "hello" to my guests, Bob and Laura and Frank and Ruth, whom she recognized from my Saturday night party, and I'm sure she also realized that meant that she would provide the bulk of the days entertainment as well.

Before our guests got within conversational range I told Mary that it had been Ron on the phone and that, without going into details that a proper diaperslave did not need to know, she would be staying with me on a permanent basis. I was somewhat surprised at how her face lit up at that news, and she impulsively threw her arms around my neck and kissed me and told me how much she had wanted to stay with me, and that she had dreaded having to go back to Ron. I realized more than I had before how attached Mary had become to me over this weekend. Under my tutelage Mary was going to become a perfect and devoted diaperslave.

But first I corrected her and told her that she must never again touch me without my permission and that, although I appreciated her exuberance and what brought it on, she still must be punished for her infraction. I told her that since she had put on such a display in front of my guests I would let them decide her punishment. But first, she must properly greet them, make sure they were seated comfortably, and bring them whatever beverages they requested.

Mary greeted my guests at the door as she had on Saturday afternoon, and although she was only wearing diapers this time (instead of her French Maid's uniform over her diapers) she politely curtsied to them and showed them into the living room and got them comfortably seated. At their request she got them each a beer (again, I had stocked the fridge with 16 oz. cans of beer) and I told her to have one herself. We all knew where that beer was going.

I told my guests that Mary had shown an inappropriate display of affection toward me and that I had told her that they would get to decide her punishment. I had no sooner said that then Ruth said that she had been out in the boat for a long time and needed to relieve herself, and that she wanted to use Mary's diapers for that purpose. It was decided that I and my guests would use Mary's diapers for the rest of the day. Mary was told to go out into the garage and get a funnel and a three foot length of clear plastic tubing. When she returned with it, she was told to kneel down in front of Ruth and place one end of the tubing on the end of the funnel and the other end inside her diapers. As Mary did as she was told, I could tell from her face that she was still feeling the double fucking that the double-pronged dildo was giving her. Ruth reached down inside Mary's diapers and positioned the end of the clear plastic tubing against the top of Mary's pussy and I could tell by the surprised look on Ruth's face that she had found the double dildo firmly implanted inside Mary. Ruth told Mary to hold the tubing in place and since she was forbidden to put her hands inside her diaper she held it from the outside. Ruth lifted up her skirt and it was obvious that she was not wearing any panties. She spread her legs and Mary was instructed to hold the funnel directly below Ruth's pussy. Ruth let go a steady stream of pee into the funnel and Mary could see it run down the clear plastic tubing aimed straight at her clit and thence down her pussy into the crotch of her diapers, where my guests and I could see the yellow stain spread. When the hot stream first contacted her pussy, Mary gave out a startled, but highly pleased, "Ooooooooh!"

When Ruth stopped peeing she told Mary to clean her up with her tongue, adding, "Don't consider yourself finished until I cum, Miss Porta-Potty!" Mary went right to work licking Ruth's pussy clean, and making her rather juicy as well. Then, after Ruth had had a heaving climax that left her knees weak, Mary, without having to be prompted, thanked Ruth for wetting her diapers and for allowing her to clean her.

No sooner had Ruth finished than Frank announced that he had to go too. Mary was told to go and get a plastic sheet and when she had done that I laid an extra-thick pre-fold diaper on it and told Mary to lie on her back on the diaper. Frank stripped and lay on top of Mary with his feet at her head and slipped his prick inside the front of Mary's diaper and let go. You could hear his piss hit her diaper, splash against her stomach, and run down her diaper. It formed a puddle in the back of her diaper, which began to leak through to the diaper Mary was laying on. When Frank was finished he withdrew from Mary's diaper and moved up to her head and she cleaned him off also. After cleaning Frank off, Mary again thanked him for using her diaper and for allowing her to clean him.

I then pinned the second diaper over Mary's first and pulled a large pair of pink plastic panties with ruffles on the seat over her diapers and tucked the leg openings way up under her diapers to form a seal and keep her diapers from leaking.

I had Mary go around to my guests and ask each one to check her diapers and see if she needed a change. Of course all my guests decided to check Mary's diapers from the inside and all found the double dildo which was impaling Mary.

Bob really embarrassed Mary by commenting on how lucky I was to have a girl who let guys feel her up in public. Laura gave him an embarrassed look and I could tell from the way Mary squirmed and blushed that she was horrified at the thought of what she was doing (and letting them do to her) in front of all these witnesses.

After her diapers had been checked it was the consensus that, with a second extra-thick pre-fold diaper pinned on her, Mary could go quite a while before she was in danger of leaking. However, Bob said he would like to see what it was that was filling Mary's holes.

I thought that was a reasonable request and took Mary's pink ruffled plastic panties off her and had her sit down on a straight-backed wooden chair. This had the effect of pushing the double dildo deep inside her. I then unpinned her diapers and let the front of her diaper fall down in front of her so everybody could see her pussy and the dildo that was fucking her.

I decided to add some movement to this still picture. I had Mary put her right hand on the chair and hold the double-dildo on the chair with her left. I then told her to bounce up and down on the dildo, fucking herself on it as she lifted off it and then sat back down on it.

As she fucked herself with the double-dildo it was clear that she was getting hotter and hotter. Soon she began to moan and then pant and then let out her by-now-familiar shouts of ecstasy. I no longer had to encourage her -- she was riding that dildo front and back as if her life depended on it. It was not long before she came and we could see her love fluids flooding down the dildo and into her diapers.

I pinned Mary's diapers on her again and had her step into the pink ruffled plastic panties which I pulled up over her legs and made sure her diapers were tucked well up inside her plastic panties.

By now, Bob and Laura both indicated they had to relieve themselves. Mary knelt down again and inserted the end of the clear plastic tube down the front of her diapers and against her pussy. Bob and Laura both stripped naked and stood facing each other with Laura's ass in Mary's face. As Mary held the funnel against Laura's cunt, Bob directed his cock into the funnel and both flooded Mary's diapers together. I think that if they had been able to continue their stream just a few more seconds that Mary might have cum yet again. It was obvious that this was one "punishment" that she really enjoyed.

All of this peeing made me want to go, and when I told Mary to prepare to receive my piss, she totally shocked me by requesting that before my piss reached her diapers, that she be permitted, to process it first. In fact her exact words were, "Master, may I please have the honor and privilege of receiving your pee in my mouth? I'll do my best not to lose a drop of it, but I can't promise because I've never done this before." I was shocked because I never expected her to volunteer for such a thing this early in her diaperslave training. I knew she was trying to show her gratitude for my agreeing to keep her permanently.

How could I refuse a request like that? I nodded and Mary immediately dropped to her knees in front of me and undid my trousers and pulled them down and then took my shorts off. As I stood naked in front of her, she cupped my balls in her hands and gently massaged them as she took my prick in her mouth. I had not pissed in quite a while and had had a few beers to boot. When I let loose, it was a torrent of piss that flooded her mouth and almost gagged her as she tried as hard as she could to swallow it all. She was not successful and some of my piss spilled over out of the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin and onto her chest and little titties. Little droplets gathered on the tips of her titties and, since she was leaning back slightly, fell onto her belly and down onto the waistband of her panties.

I knew she was excited because as I began to fill her mouth, I could hear her begin to let go and wet her diapers, and I knew that soon she would have even more fluid to pass on to that repository.

When I was finished she ran her tongue around my cock and tightened her lips around my shaft and sucked hard as I withdrew from her. When I made it clear that I had no immediate desire for any further oral service she was visibly disappointed, but nonetheless thanked me very prettily for allowing her to drink my piss "from the source".

I told her how pleased I was that she had taken the initiative to think of ways to please me and that we would practice some more until she could swallow all my piss without losing a drop. As I said this, she grinned broadly and I could hear my piss flowing into her diapers after having passed through her system.

The remainder of the afternoon was surprising uneventful. We moved back into the sunlight on the deck and Mary did a competent job serving (and servicing) my guests. Her diapers became wetter and wetter as the afternoon wore on, but the pink plastic rumba panties contained her pee until her diapers were able to absorb it.

As the afternoon began to turn into evening, I told her that it was time for her cocktail time diaper change. I had her go and get another extra-thick pre-fold diaper and a clean pair of rumba panties and bring them to me. As I began to change Mary, Ruth asked me if I still had my wooden pony and when I said that I did, she suggested it might be fun to give Mary a chance to ride it while the rest of us got dinner ready. Apparently Mary had never heard of that instrument, and she gave Ruth, and then me, a quizzical look that somehow combined both fear and anticipation.

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